Thursday, June 16, 2011

3 Word Wednesday - CCXLV

This week, the words are: grip, prefer, thread. Finally, I have this.

My grip on his hand - His grip on my shoulder - my grip on reality. I follow this fragile thread of sanity. What do I do without him? This must be some kind of mistake - a bad cosmic joke. Why am I still breathing when he is not? No, no thank you, I do not wish to come out and be among the guests. I prefer the silence here, where in the stillness I can still hear his voice.


  1. Thank you for coming by my blog, and for sharing such kind words regarding my post. I've left a note for you there, as well, but wanted to be sure you know that there is also great depth of emotion in your piece, which was well done! I am so glad that we all have different styles of's a good thing.


  2. A lovely, touching, almost heartrending expression of love and loss. So beautifully written.

  3. Hi Kwee..there is a great sense of sadness and loss but also some comfort in finding a space and quietness to be with the person who has gone..jae

  4. Hello again, please check out my blog, where something has been left for you.

  5. Love the first line, and the next that follows with a thread, wonderfully penned sentiments of mourning.

  6. I can understand this. This is how I felt when my sister died.The depth of feeling when you lose someone close to you that you love comes across in such few short words.


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