Alone in the attic. On the desk, her farewell note stained with coffee.
“What matters isn't the fact of dying or when you die. It's what you're doing at that precise moment -- I'm ready to be loved.”
my smoke rings
Published in Notes from the Gean, 4:1, June 2012
A Room of My Own: Solar Eclipse Haiku - for *NeverEnding Story *readers in North America the air thick with whispers ... solar eclipse (happening now)