The darkest of summers, filled with so much pain, so many
agonizing emotions, filled with fear and still so much hope.
The darkest of summers is leaving a battlefield behind, so many
bruises and painful memories.
The darkest of summers has left me feeling all helpless and
alone, facing so much emptiness, so much loss. The mind
cannot even understand what is happening.
The darkest of summers.
The last laugh so long ago that I can
hardly hear the sound of it anymore.
The last hug a month ago.
The last word more than a week ago.
The last glance yesterday.
The last touch and kiss a few hours ago.
The last breath today.
Find peace.
I love you
mom.
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camera: bronica sq-a
film: kodak portra 160 nc, expired
location: beloved mattsee, place of our summers
© nicole sprekelmann