irrational

irrational
acts still my digits
gently tappings
MacBook keys
I
chide myself
shaking head
when did
duplicating
images
of loved ones
bring them back
from dead?
wistfully hugging
self I feel moistened
by reminisced love
she’d so generously
showered and
my eyes
mist over again
and again
never quite
drying
and I suddenly
feel warmed
inside out
on this very
chilly December
morning
~
with my beloved late aunt (chaachi) who showered much love on us after we’d lost our mom

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