heal – a poet's confessional

loss, a chronicle

i watched as goodness died in my arms “i will save you. . .” his laughter was intermittent with dying heaves he knew what i did not i did not speak for days empty, my eyes blinked at a coffin tears could not fall sobs could not shake me i glimpsed the dark when iContinue reading “loss, a chronicle”

you would not want me to suffer in sadness because of your death

i wailed for days before you died but now, after there are no tears there is an empty spot in my soul now that you are gone but i must not dwell in that spot i must move on, I must heal

healing

i should not be sorry that i took so long for say i love you you said it to me on an old air mattress in the depths of the night i went still as stone, you don’t understand how love has broken me i had always held an affection for you, for some timeContinue reading “healing”