Three Things

I write about

Three Things…

My Trinity.

First, the make-believe

things that my

mind randomly sees.

Second, a wife that died

on a high mountain road,

late, lonely, and cold.

Third, a wife that watched

me die inside.

She left her Yellow Rose

on my casket

and moved on with her life.

These things,

My Trinity,

are all my words

will ever be.


© CGT, 2018.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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  1. Well, that halted me for a while… I honored all of our trinities and the crosses we bear with some moments of silence. Your courage with words is so courage-inspiring and our therapy, too. Thank you.

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