Tagged: absence
the year of firsts will
the year of firsts will
pull no punches – a birthday
here, a holiday
there. we will discover micro-
tears to help us adapt next year
.
20180401:2015
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on the first day of
on the first day of
spring, you
returned to us,
suddenly
fatherless. there
are parts of us
that will dance
around recognizing
parts of you
because no one
wants to claim
a familiarity
to loss
.
20180320:2140
y
sometimes, yesterday
sometimes, yesterday
and today will no longer
have anything in
common – we adjust the volume
of our voices to be heard
.
20180305:2203
y
saturday, you were
saturday, you were
out of this world and into
the next one – every
door ached, window wept, chimney sighed,
we held on so we wouldn’t slip
.
20180305:2138
y
it’s not like riding
it’s not like riding
a bike, learning to love again
is more like getting
on a unicycle, bearing
an extraordinary weight
.
20171217:0740
y
all of it begins
all of it begins
to fade even as we are
capturing it – pen
to paper, experience
to memory – don’t hold on
.
20170519:2257
y
perhaps months,
perhaps months,
years from now, these
days will become
foggy, it’s how our
minds insist on
playing games with
our hearts – now you see
me, now you don’t –
we have no choice as
witnesses, obligated
to make out every
fine detail in the
heightened haze
.
20170502:0738
y
