Today's Napowrimo prompt asks us to write a 9 line poem.
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Unspoken Revelation
The house holds a man-shaped absence,
Dave states away holding down the fort
his father might have to man alone.
The animals stalk around his invisible outline,
smelling his departure soaked into his side of the bed.
One cat wants to sleep on my head.
When the alarm rings, dragging me from dreams
of an altered past, his ghost turns to me: honey,
he says, look around. This is what it's like to die.
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