It's Still Life

The Dark with Gold

i save your voice in a jam jar—
it hums when shaken.
your laugh—a firefly
i release at dusk,
stitching the dark with gold.

the fridge still holds
your half of the brownie—
fossil-sweet,
still waiting,

some losses don’t grow lighter,
only wider—
like a tree
forgiving its own roots.

only 4 more days of too many poems a day 🤣

PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 25 with Prompt: Memory. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025 All Mischief Reserved.