It Was as if When You Died the World Died Too

 

Like the sun closed down for the weekend

and forgot to open up again on Monday.

Like all of the flowers – I mean

all of the flowers – regressed,

wound down their petals,

and though there was something beautiful

in the rebudding I had to turn away, to go

upstairs and firmly press my forehead

to the bathroom floor, against the cold tiles,

just to feel rooted and new.

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Jack Wright is a poet from Essex. He has completed a Masters in Creative Writing at Royal Holloway. He lives in East London and works in student support at a university. His poems have appeared in Swim Press and Snippets Magazine.

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