Tagged: life

in the end, memories

between holding it all

between holding it all
in and not knowing
how you have held it
all in is the color
of regret, the
shape of
as natural
and unnatural
as time

if we are lucky,

if we are lucky,
life strips us of life
quickly or
very slowly –
the pain lingers
like a lost
formula, waiting
for someone to
come along
and solve it

we borrow life for

forty-three hours have

forty-three hours have
passed since we lost you. i hide
the details
from my-

self, don’t get too close to the
edges for fear of falling

remember that year

remember that year
when we lost so
many… was the
joy ever worth
the long
aches afterwards?
everyone tries
these words
in their mouths
many times before
spitting them out.
they’re unswallowable
by any muscles
so the human spirit
keeps taking the bait

all day, i keep

all day, i keep
forgetting that you
left us this morning,
and even now, when
i quiet my heart to
take in the news, i
hear old news, when
you called eight years
ago to say that he’s
gone, and do not be
sad, it was so peaceful,
you were reading to him
as he sat in his favorite
chair, and then
you were reading.
tonight, i am not ready
for the details just yet.
there are no brave
messengers. you are
gone, but not yet gone