Today was my first time at Penfro Poets, a Pembrokeshire poetry group. We has a workshop on prose poetry and this is the second of my exercises. This one I declined to read at the meeting as I was sure I would be triggered into grief.
I said I would be here for this if you wanted me, said I wouldn’t beg you to stay a moment longer than chose. You smiled, told me “You know what I want”. So, here I am now, just as I promised. This isn’t what I expected. What, exactly, has changed? I thank your ancestors, ask them to collect you. I trust they did.
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