THERE IS A PLACE: There is a place Between the hammer blow and the pain, Between the fire ant and the burn. There is knowledge of what is to come, The dread, The seconds struggling by, As if encased in Jell-O. I observe from this Limbo The friends who would comfort me, Floating transparent Like ghosts. I am numb. But your ghost Is real and 3-dimensional, Making breakfast on the stove, Pans rattling, coffee being scooped, The smells and crackle of eggs cooking, More real than air. You show up unexpectedly, Sitting in a chair, Your reading glasses on, Or lying next to me, The fullness of desire in your eyes. Soon the pain will start, I know it will come. I stand next to myself Pushing my body away, Trying not to get back in.
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Feel free to reply to any comment by clicking the "Reply" button.Death is as real as a treasured old overcoat
As the morning cup of coffee
with someone no longer there
as our sexual desire unrequited
& our need for closeness far away
How strange our world becomes
without your presence.
I didn't realize you were my anchor
& now I drift wayward in the heedless current of life
The world is still here
but I am away
going to you
Remiforce
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