Letting you go

I wrap you in the
Sweet sad soft 
Buds of my love 
A short goodbye hug
Clumsy tender embrace 
Started too late 
Finished too soon 
I catch the dagger-bright flash 
Of your final smile 
Before I walk off 
My world darkening fast
My cracked heart dripping 
A maroon trail 
Of aborted memories 
Tracing my path 
To hollowness 

Remembrance Saturday

I lay dead, imaginary
Flowers
On the grave of your 
Memory
Slowly trace 
The stone cold letters
Of your tombstone 
With a middle finger 
That I will keep raised 
A little while longer 
Just for you 


B F Jones is French and lives in the UK. She has flash fiction and poetry in various UK and US online magazines.  Her poetry chapbook, Last Orders, and collection, Panic Attack, will both be published by Close To The Bone late 2021.

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