Every Nine Minutes 

It is a musical moment of pure magic,
as I stir from my sleep 
roused from my dreams
by the sounding of the alarm,
still snuggled up in a ball
of warmth and hopeful contentment.
The promise of a new and glorious day.

That flickering, fleeting moment,
before movement makes its way in,
before I roll over,
before i stretch and reach for the phone,
that moment before I remember 

that you
are no longer
here.
And once again, 
I find myself waking 
to a world
without you in it.

Since you’ve been gone I’ve hit the snooze button at least a thousand times. 

I move through the 5 stages of grief daily. 

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2 Responses to Every Nine Minutes 

  1. MNC says:

    Wow! Beautiful, touching, amazing like you. MN

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