I wish I had more to say
about loss and grief,
that I could convince you
they didn’t suffer,
they’re in a better place
now, that they’re gone
but not forgotten.
The photographs
will never be replaced,
future plans
never made, holidays
and vacations kept
separate. The children
will never know each
other, what those late
night conversations
meant to us both,
what dreams dreamt.
We may never see
each other again.
What would it take
to move past
all this waiting,
what gesture
would release us?
I have nothing
to gift you:
no flowers, no
book or poems,
no letter scrawled
in broken script,
a tear-filled hello,
abject apologies,
a swift defense,
repentance real
or feigned. Weakness
is my greatest fault.
Consider this
a gauntlet thrown.
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Tuesday, April 21, 2020
confession
so is this when the new habit begins?
has something yet changed?
i keep waiting for a letter in the mail,
a phone call from a friend,
emails from relatives,
anything from my father.
distances are still distances.
words remains fragile things.
i still don’t regret the arguments.
i regret we never found a conclusion.
i still have things to say
but i do not think you will hear them.
i wish you would hear them.
i wish there was a way to bring them to you.
has something yet changed?
i keep waiting for a letter in the mail,
a phone call from a friend,
emails from relatives,
anything from my father.
distances are still distances.
words remains fragile things.
i still don’t regret the arguments.
i regret we never found a conclusion.
i still have things to say
but i do not think you will hear them.
i wish you would hear them.
i wish there was a way to bring them to you.
Monday, April 20, 2020
hiking
we were hiking down by the river
and turned left onto a footbridge
two young women were taking turns
taking topless photos of each other
they stopped when they saw us
and quickly took off on their bikes
when we saw them later on the stairs
we pretended we didn’t recognize them
i guess we all have different ways
to capture a moment, or share it
and turned left onto a footbridge
two young women were taking turns
taking topless photos of each other
they stopped when they saw us
and quickly took off on their bikes
when we saw them later on the stairs
we pretended we didn’t recognize them
i guess we all have different ways
to capture a moment, or share it
Sunday, April 19, 2020
thomas sunday
I, too, wish to see you for myself.
Your smiling face. Your hands. Your side.
I want what all others want.
I wish I was there to receive the peace,
and to receive the peace.
You appear in the midst of us.
The doors remain closed.
I keep writing until they are not.
Your smiling face. Your hands. Your side.
I want what all others want.
I wish I was there to receive the peace,
and to receive the peace.
You appear in the midst of us.
The doors remain closed.
I keep writing until they are not.
Saturday, April 18, 2020
21 days
i won’t tell you
it takes 21 days
to form a new habit.
it’s simply not true.
it takes 21 days
before the phantom
pain subsides.
i will tell you instead
it takes 21 days
to break a habit,
to pin it to the wall
until it stops twitching.
sometimes
it’s a slow death.
sometimes
it takes much longer.
one never can tell.
it might take 21 days
for you to recognize
your new face.
it might take you a lifetime.
it takes 21 days
to form a new habit.
it’s simply not true.
it takes 21 days
before the phantom
pain subsides.
i will tell you instead
it takes 21 days
to break a habit,
to pin it to the wall
until it stops twitching.
sometimes
it’s a slow death.
sometimes
it takes much longer.
one never can tell.
it might take 21 days
for you to recognize
your new face.
it might take you a lifetime.
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