tagNon-Erotic PoetryFriday's Fish

Friday's Fish

byVictoria_Lucas©

The roses have been sung about.
I want to sing of the thorns...
     -Olav H. Hauge "Briar"

The cupboards are full
of your ashes,
your letters,
your stories, your books.

I take them down
to salt my fish for Friday.
My heart
is steeped in vinegar
and my lungs burn in grief.

Still, you remain gone,
yet the cupboard is replenished
with your flavor
every hushed moment.

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