your broken body
exists in mine
just as much as your holy spirit
resonates with(in) me
*
there comes a time
in the midst of grief
when the last photograph
catches dust
but I am still bleeding so hard
*
the next time
we will take a family photograph
will you stand amongst us
invisibly?
*
I
count
on
you
*
I know that
you didn’t want us to see you like that
but
I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye
so I took what I could get
crumbs
of you
it’s a choice that can only be made alone
and I wouldn’t have let you go if you had consulted me
that wouldn’t have been you
so you inflicted the ultimate wound
and I hold my love for you
in both hands
*
survived
*
no matter how many
times
I wash your clothes
after I’ve worn them
and worn them
and worn them
they still smell like you
on my skin
please don’t make that stop
*
you took us back to your childhood
the one
in your head
the one
in your body
*
it gives me peace
to know that
you kept your sense of humour
*
that you still know who you are
were
to us
are
and I hear the rhythm of your voice
the pauses the sounds the vocabulary
through a person who can hear you now
*
love
I carry it in my hands
it survived
so hard
Croque-Melpomene 