Icecream

She drooled.
Looked hungrily.
But, the ground tasted it first.

Chair

Her favorite.
Always.

Now, dust sits on it.

Pockets

The empty pockets.
Reminded gently.
Twenty more days remaining.

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The jump was perfect.
But the parachute wasn’t.