Tag: poetry

I didn’t want it to be summer

when she died

I didn’t want the sun to shine.

I needed clouds

and dark

and rain.

Now that winter is here

I long for the sun

I yearn for warmth

for green earth

for blue sky-

Yet winter grieves with me

and within me.

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I forgot to tell you that

the words matter:

Bereft

Excrutiating

Sorrow

Empty…Empty…Empty

Yearning

Hollowed

Despair

Raw

Exhausted

This. Here. Now.

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It wasn’t supposed to be

like this.

I wanted the other ending,

the one where she stayed.

But

here I am

watching

as this life plays out.

And,

there’s this:

I cannot turn away.

I am spellbound,

riveted-

my mind following the script

like an obedient dog.

I look at the ticket stub

in my hand,

it tells me this:

this place-

this life

is where I’m meant to be.

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I’ve learned

that

sometimes

some things

break

and can never

be fixed.

some times-

now,

some things-

her life,

mine,

shattered-

pieces scattered

never again

to be whole.

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I dream drowning and

wake

telling myself it’s over,

think of

something else-

light, laughter

but

closing my eyes

the darkness floods in

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