Poetry
1 min
Housemates
Angie Furtaw
I will never know happiness again. Selah
Everyone and everything is gone.
I don't think it's possible to know happiness again. Selah
I blinked.
No more sounds or movements escape from my body, which rang the bell of biology- like clockwork.
I don't think I'll ever feel happy again. Selah
Only able to register machine's beeping and dozens of faces dripping pity onto me as I slept.
I'll never be happy again.
Selah
Grief and resilience don't just visit in the morning,
they have moved in their furniture.
I share dinner with them every night.
Which may seem excessive for housemates to do.
Believe it or not, we used to share 3 meals a day that ran together with blank stares and tears.
You could say we have learned a-lot from one another.
I don't know when I'll see happiness again. Selah
Maybe she will visit the house tomorrow.
Maybe she will move some furniture in the following day.
Selah
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