a low resolution february

it was almost like a second burial
the pounds of flowers
the stained snow
the unforgiving bows

the weight of death crushing itself
and me by proxy

i cannot recall much from that february
it has lodged as quite a low resolution memory

but the photo of her grave is quite clear
it is smothered with love
that cannot bear to be without

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