his eyes always saw so much
farther
than my dreams for him could
see
the seeds of his going born
into the small body
that slipped so sweetly and
humbly into my book of days
we gave each other Life
i, him, beyond his time and he,
my open heart
i was his tree
and he my baby-child
he was my teacher in the
short days
of our Awakening together
and sweeter lessons never
learned by me
no doubt no release from pain
the loss of his eyes and his
breath and his little ways
heart shattered like glass
how will the pieces ever be gathered together?
cry in the cab of the truck
with the radio cranked
Scream! let it go let it go
let it go!
at least as far as the damn
tether will Let it go
soul tethered by an unbearable Love
in the wind of a planet gone mad
my arms hold the slight
weight of him
only glamoured on earth for
awhile
and memories drown me
a rip from the gut a
screaming meemie of a crazy moment
and tears are washing in the
middle of traffic
no release just adequate disguise
in the rain in the pouring rain
the blade of memory cuts
deeply
the almost-sadness
colouring my days for all
time
in mind’s eye he is curled
next to my pillow humming
his ancient songs into my ear
© 2018 pamela twining
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