I stare at the pile of discarded remnants and think of my...

I stare at the pile of discarded remnants and think of my mother. Did she touch that pillar there? Does her scent still linger in a fragment of glass or a splinter of wood? A terrible emptiness settles into my chest. No matter how much I go about living, there are always small reminders that make the loss fresh again.

Libba Bray Quote About Mother, Loss, Thinking: I Stare At The Pile...
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