The Safekeep

by Yael van der Wouden

How quickly did the belly of despair turn itself over into hope, the give of the skin of overripe fruit.

I can listen to you speak and still miss the sound of your voice.

That’s what happens when people die. They take themselves with them and you never ever find out anything new about them ever.

Morning rose in the quiet chord of winter’s pink. The snow had silenced the world: the two evergreens in silhouette, the vegetable garden only a relief of a fence.

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