Mourning Rise

Outside a sky of scarlet and mauve

and pillows of static silver

an ease to red rimmed eyes.

 

Inside smoke curls upwards

from yet another cigarette

to tamp the tide of sleep

 

forty eight hours you have been gone

too long to keep me from

trying so hard not to dream

 

knowing you will not be there

beside me breathing through

clouds of static silver.

An old woman’s view from her window

© Talia Hardy 2013