deathwork

there is an unwelcome shroud of darkness
that wraps itself around you when someone dies
entwining itself
encircling, snakelike and deliberately slow
on purpose to protect you…she is the jaguar guarding
watchfully pacing in the black night made of soft cotton whispers
you may not notice until later much later on
that she leaves in little layers, lifting gently as she goes
her tender ways so aware of you
patient and knowing you will begin to begin again

Rest in peace, Jean…I’ll miss you.

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