Now sit in the sunken stairwell,
rejoining there.
There is only the real physical cold
for the moment,to gather you there.
It is for every time you knew before,
that this matters.
The plain sun will hold enough
of tomorrow.
But for you,there is no place
to refuge from.
Only the moment is cold enough,
for the warmth to survive in it.
We have lost most of,
Yet all is again for that moment of cold.
When we talk on the
telephone, we feel our
loss more heavily.
i stare at the
slits, the box that
sells her voice to
me.
i hold the phone
like a live thing, like
part of her. it holds
a sound i love.
yet i hate the
upright coffin, its
pimply walls,
the printed admonitions
lining it, for being
Each puff, I wince
As I know what it means:
Someday soon, you'll go.
Each puff, you know,
But you can't help it:
You just have to blow that smoke.
One day, I'll pick up the phone:
It's okay Daddy,
I'll be prepared.
I need you to stop
to stop moving on
to stop reminding me of what I lost
to just stop moving further away
to stop drifting
to stop disappearing from my life
I just need you to stop
to stop leaving me
I miss who I was
before you left me in the dust.
I miss the days you still cared
"You must have really loved him."
I looked down,
Realizing what I have up,
And what I had to do
I simply responded,
"I did."
my loss wouldn't be unique
why would anyone care?
not even i do
i'm nothing special
i'm everything that isn't
i'm just here
and there
another blue colored heart,
another gray colored sight.
with skies portrayed in square,
i start to compare,
a dense love;
a heavy loss;
each different clouds;
each different bounds.
with skies pictured by hand,
i comprehend,
a breathless day;
a price to pay;
a crave to forget
a massive regret.
I'm still a breath away
from that moment
I can still hear
her sweet voice
from when we danced
the night away
I'm still a breath away
from her screams
and the sound
of her bones
breaking
I've decided that hearts don't break
'cause they're not bones
they're muscles
and they rupture
and tear
Daisy stands there
at the edge of the dock
alive, unharmed
"Daisy!" I call
tears running down my cheeks
as I walk towards her
in a trance
Daisy, Daisy, Daisy.
Daisy. Daisy-
"DAISY!"
I yell
As she shimmers
And disappears
And I wake up
In a pool of sweat
"Daisy."
I can't sleep anymore
The silence is suffocating me
And life moves on
Without me
Was Daisy that unimportant?
How are people still functioning?
Am I crazy?
They're acting as if nothing happened
And
Here
Am.
Just.
Broken. Like her bones.