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You’ve Never Left Me
Claudia chartered a boat to sprinkle your ashes at sunset. Media-ready she appears in sunglasses, a black cleavage-enhancing dress, high heels. At the boat, deck shoes await. She’s planned for everything. Her two children drift after her.
“Dad hated boats,” our daughter says.
She takes my hand, her blue eyes, so like yours, scanning my face. She’s waiting for me to break down as when I heard you died.
Last night, we devoured images of you before I replaced your ashes with ones from the fireplace.
I may have left you, but you’ve never left me.
Sascha Darlington 10/6/2017