
things often go awry, as they so often do
that unimaginable morning, it was you
nine years my junior, with a lingering cough
your energy ebbed and your spirit diminished
i watched my love and life wither
it can’t get that bad, i foolishy hoped
life had a hard lesson for me, again
i sat on the floor next to you
our albino cat standing guard,
as he had all night
before i made the horrible call
life had fled, from you, from me
promises made, hopes shared
became mist and floated away
a little piece of me stayed there, forever
another piece of me, the vibrancy you shared
found a way forward
i can’t believe i’m still standing
filled with love, expanding
sometimes, in moments
i’m back there, remembering the lesson
you said i was love
even in impatience
“my muffin,” you teased
and I? pleased
i try to remember the helplessness
hopelessness and despair
not to drown in them, no
but to live the knowledge
that we’re all closer than we think
it’s all here or gone in a blink
in those crevices of experience
we thrive or subside
with each new self-genesis
i take a long moment
to swallow the risk
and i remember
life knocks, i answer
it is not a question
it is life, moving
Love, X
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Just… Wow! You’ve pried me open, at least a smidge. New post on my blog: Not a poem, but, expression nevertheless.
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Wow. Not what I expected. It was bittersweet to read it.
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