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Feb 22, 2026
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Widow
She wondered
if the old house
in the old neighborhood
still felt like home.
Time passed without permission.
— Lavender, Feb 22, 2026
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About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Critiques
Ray Miller
3 months 1 week ago
Widow
An intriguing final line. Permission to visit, permission to let go? I think it's fine as it is.
Lavender
3 months 1 week ago
Hello, Ray
Thank you!
L
Candlewitch
3 months 1 week ago
that last line...
is killer! Loved it!
you have minimalism down to an art form. it feels like it came too you without effort.
much love, eddy and Cat
Lavender
3 months 1 week ago
Hello, Cat,
I was pretty deep in thought one night...
Thank you!
Lx
Wallyroo92
3 months ago
Widow
Time is that precious resource we have so much of and gets away from us. The nostalgia to this is real.
Great work.
Lavender
3 months ago
Yes...
time gets away from us. Unbelievably fast.
Thank you for reading!
L