Treasure Island

Joyce Chelmo


With A Sunset


Leaning against the door frame
holding myself,
watching the coral sunset.

I’ve always worshiped the moon.
Jan rarely missed a sunset.

My tears have dried now.
This is the first year
the anniversary of her death
passed without painful recognition.

I thought the heartache
of losing her would never cease.

Now I toast the sunset
with my evening coffee
in remembrance of the little sister
who couldn’t bear to live.

Submitted: Saturday, May 27, 2006

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