Filed Under: Poetry
No affliction is so great
As the twisting tight
Of a bed without your lover.
Her slippers by the door
A strand of her hair resting on the empty pillow
The nest of blankets often put to the side
now wrap me in my solitude.
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Lurching, suspended over chill depths,
I ponder my monolith.
Smooth and warm and heaven to touch, my monolith
Housed in the body of My Love, breathes and lives.
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they fixed your liver but broke my heart equal switch in the eyes of science and my inner scars are deeper than your outer memories of pain I used to love you and still do but you killed me and us slowly as you healed and shrank and stopped watching me as I [...]
No one can tell you when to grieve Anymore than when to Love Both rush in without the asking Or creep upon you slowly with a dagger and a smile The blade slides in smooth long cold and slowly turns Giggle Moan Weep like a child Vanity sports
Whiskey. Willie. Your god damned hanging on. You look at empty spaces just as you look at me. Nothing. Then Someth … No. Nothing. Go on. Go. Please. For your loving wife. For your daughter. On the edge of a cliff. For you. Most of all. For you. To death, Father. To death. I love [...]