…and there it was
The day of the dead, pretty bold & pretty blue
And all they thought was thoughts of you
Your tussled hair, your broken speech
Your broken heart, when you would attempt to speak
Wandering in the broken blue, the memories we flooded forth
Of you, of you.
We gathered close to feel each tear, this one huddled to the other near
We let trickle to the long long fall, the whisper of the moments each recall
So wave now, that solemn farewell,
God knows this is the only hell
To live here, without the breath of you
Against my chest. An eternity it feels, without you.
Strikes at the bones.
Breaks wide with a wetness, heart bleeding to lung
Scatters the mind & fuses to the spine
Comes tiptoeing up beside the bed each night
Echoes through the waves of blinding snow
Becomes everything except, a home
Eats away at the little veins that run up our necks
Rips them from us
Grates away the nerves & the sinews
Is a full grave, both in our chest & in the ground
It comes back around
Makes us weep. Makes us drown.
how always, this wind, howling
down the chimney fuels
it is both a wildness & something
so well known
Oh to sleep like the dogs of winter…
The fact that it feels like -21, pitch black & I need to leave the house this early…it’s harsh.
Not once ever has the adjustment to cold blackness been easy. But, could be worse.
Let’s hope the car starts even tho I didn’t plug it in last night….