Apothecary

As one would a sacred relic
I kneel before the dusty box
you callously left behind
armed with the courage
to unseat the truth.

Basking in the bliss
of our shared shadow
old photographs
attempting in vain
to immortalize us
render me but an apothecary
fashioning grief potions from
unsettled dust and bitter tears.

Photo by Alina
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