and i still think of
the four year funeral

angel

'you look like a four year old angel

with broken halo

fresh for the recital'

when you sleep i disappear

crumple to pillow

and leak for hours

she said 'are you ok in there'

he said ' i feel like a piece of string that has been threaded and used to sew a hole'

smell this

i can smell food cooking 

and i'm comfortable in someone's arms again

a nice little article on smells and memory

new to my room

There's something to be said for aesthetics.