It's Still Life

I Was Where I Am

I was standing at the kitchen sink, the cold tap turned on just enough to slide the egg and bacon fat off the plates. Standing there, staring down the street toward the old oak tree that nearly burnt when the pub had that kitchen fire a few years ago. Thinking of things that I’d lost. People that I’d lost. It was the anniversary of my father-in-law’s death yesterday. He once told me that he loved me as if his own. I remember standing there with tears rolling down my face. Tomorrow is the anniversary of my father’s death. Different years, I hasten to add, but just one day apart. And I was standing at the kitchen sink, the cold tap turned on ever so slightly – mentally adrift, thinking inwardly, and knowing that I was where I am when the snow began to fall.

Written for dVerse Prosery: 144 words sans title, including the prompt phrase “I was where I am when the snow began to fall” from “The Dead of Winter” by Samuel Menashe. Full poem is here. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.