Her hand was still clutching what remained of the umbrella,
\nNow all broken metal spines tangled with red vinyl, without sense nor form.
\nThe picture lay on the floor, where it had fallen, still in its frame.
\nA single crack ran diagonally through the glass, but that was enough.
\nShe doubted she would ever know the whole truth.<\/p>\n
And that was just as well.<\/p>\n
There were dreams in this room, that once were young.
\nThe rose on the mantel was dry with age yet beautiful, perfectly formed.
\nDroplets of rain fell upon the white coverlet they’d picked out together.
\nShe reached down to pick up the picture, now yellowed with age.
\nThe crack ran right through his right eye.<\/p>\n
How perfect, she thought.<\/p>\n
We are all dying inside, she mused, perhaps that is the problem.
\nShe turned the picture in her hands and he seemed to wink.
\nA trick of the light no doubt, but still she saw her hand was shaking.
\nThere are many kinds of storm, and some winds blow colder than others.
\nShe found herself wondering when their cold wind had started.<\/p>\n
Was it before or after the gift of the rose?<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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