Sounds like her mind was all over the place and things got out of hand

Third stanza is amazing. Hospice Karaoke to me is representative of the routines folks get into before they pass when they are at those facilities. It is a reminder of how life is already gone before it actually is.
Your jigsaw puzzles are quite creative and fun to try to put together.
j.

Terrific write

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we own our choices good or bad. And for those we regret, we can ask forgiveness and do what we can of good deeds to even up the ledger. Similar to what the Chorus in Oedipus spoke of at his end.
Fate took him in one direction…he attempted to take himself as far as he could in the other before his death.
Really good piece.
j.

I really appreciate an honest piece like this. The inner monologue was captivating. Thanks for sharing it.

Beautifully penned, Fia. Sorry, it took me a bit to get to read this. Excellent storytelling my friend, you are truly amazing, cuz. Appreciate you.

Damian

Fia, this is series had my eyes held by the gravity of your dialogue that was as riveting as the Red Shoe Diaries tales. Just great story telling dialogue at it finest. And just love how you took me striaght into the biker character and the reporter’s dance of words with him that ended on that fabulous encounter. Great work here.Enjoyed much.

John

a very passionate plea that moved me deeply🌹

I crave chocolate, and I used to crave the warmth of a body beside me. These days in my older age…the chocolate sates, and the memories of the warm bodies must suffice.
I really like the analogy drawn here.
j.

love your words…and I love the cosmos, where your lover may reside… i taste the chocolate, because you made it seem so real… much sensuality here and delicious vivid images!!!!
Warmly, B

She’s your shop…That is beautiful.
That last stanza has so much feeling to it. Lovely Peter

Wonderfully a d honestly penned. I feel the ache of your words…I know them.

Thanks fellow writers for your kind words
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“She was there until she was gone”—Butterflies are free, like in the old seventies film.
And women are free as well, they may lite upon our branch for a few seconds…but we must not try to hold them.
They will come back if they wish.
Like this poem a lot, Neville.
j.

Hello Jacob, it is good to see you have joined the new gang .. and thanks tons for reaching out & considering my little but not so new scribble .. Indeed, many thanks indeed sir & wishing you well .. Neville 😎👍

Tremendous work, as always my friend.