Four Years

I need a little pick-me-up
I’d rather not think about the fact that it’s been four years since I saw you last
I wish it were sunny outside, instead of overcast

I wish we were sitting at your kitchen table
It would probably be covered in shamrocks
or maybe your Easter decorations would already be out
There would be salt and pepper shakers, maybe a tub of butter
And probably crumbs from breakfast or lunch

It’s hard to believe that it has been four years,
since I picked up the phone to chat, exchanged a text message,
and listened to the advice you thought needed to be shared

It’s hard to believe that it has been four years

Slice of LIfe

Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by.

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By kristasjots

Reader. Writer. Teacher. Singer of Random Tunes. Lover of Jokes, Doodling, & Flair Pens.

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  1. There are so many people I can also think of, 1 year, 2 years, 10 years… thank you for reminding me, in your own way, of my need to reach out. I miss them, too. For those who I can reach out to I will do so.

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  3. Ugh. It is the fantastical aspect of loss that gets you. Almost beyond the permanence or the pain. Just…how difficult it is to even fathom. And how easy it is to notice how hard it is to understand. Thank you for this. You did a good thing here.

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  4. I’d love to show my students the use of symbolism – sunny instead of overcast. Also how beautifully you’ve processed the emotion in so few words.

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  6. I love the details in this slice of remembering. Especially the crumbs on the tablecloth. I could feel those. I can remember the crumbs on my grandma’s table from breakfast… Hugs, friend.

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