0.00
(0 votes)
You must login to vote
|
|
|
Like breath-
he’s been there...
-with no need to think
to make it so-
Like heart beat
A blink.
All is changed...
-he’s gone.
He’s GONE
-and I am so angry at him
for leaving me here, alone-
So angry that I forget
to ache for him to help me
through this missing him-
-this finding what it is to feel so less than self;
lost in loss and sadness
...as if to be but half
of who I've known myself to be...
- to not be able to catch breath-
I’m glad to be angry
or I might burst with sorrow
before I learn again
- how to breathe.
At first it takes such deliberate thought.
One day
he will settle into that place
within my breast that keeps the beat-
and because he's there,
-breath will come easily again-
------ Elizabeth Maksymiuk
|