Prompt: Rewrite an old poem.
I ache to keep pushing,
to keep this relationship alive,
(30 compressions for each breath)
but I know it’s too late.
You’re here, but you’re gone,
a mere shell of the husband I used to know.
A vacant stare, an empty heart.
Everything else
is just a formality now,
except the grief.
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Hi, I'm Elle. I'm based in Auckland, New Zealand. I'm a moderator at Writing.com, the mother of two gifted children, the wife of a Twitch gaming streamer and the Queen of Unfinished Projects. I've been reading since I was 4 years old, writing poems (badly) since 1994, blogging since 2001 and I started studying photography in 2010. This blog will contain poems, short stories, photos, book reviews and my thoughts on a variety of topics. Hope you enjoy it.
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That one brings up memories from when my marriage died. You expressed it perfectly.
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Aw, I’m sorry to hear that it brought back unpleasant memories for you.
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OMG tragedy 😦
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Thankfully not written about my own marriage. 🙂
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