Warmly colored leaves soften the cold forest floor beneath me. I scour the sky for meaning, in vain.
The encroachment of evergreens and branches keep secrets. I shriek for answers that will never come, and tears burn unimpeded into my ears.
But no one’s listening to me, not even the trees.
And you’re still gone.
Written for Week 2 (Relationships) of Jane Ann McLachlan’s Memoir & Backstory Blog Challenge
Jane Ann McLachlan
Joy Weese Moll @joyweesemoll
Amanda M Darling
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Pearl Ketover Prilik