Eulogy for a friend

A week ago, I took the two potted plants I had in my room to the hill overlooking the bay. I climbed as high up as my weary legs would take me and with my bare hands, dug four holes. Silently, almost reverently, I transplanted the plants and wished with all my heart that they would live long and happy lives.  (Maybe I just needed closure.)

I sat, with the dirt still clinging to my palms and the sun kissing my bare legs, and watched the sunset.

I thought: Sometimes pain is too private a thing to describe with words.

The sun sets and the waves crash against the shore.

Around the hills, the wind howls.


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