Lifecrumbs | A Poem

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

“Weiblicher Akt” by Egon Schiele (1890-1918)

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