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
.
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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
.
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sometimes, yesterday

sometimes, yesterday
and today will no longer
have anything in

common – we adjust the volume
of our voices to be heard
.
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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
.
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it’s not like riding

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
.
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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
.
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