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thought i'd try and write some prose poetry about a recent loss. |
| Saturday December 29th, 2007 One of these days Driving into Hartford Is going to get easier, But it will never grow tired of your memory. And as the leaves fell, One at a time and We drove into winter, You gave us Christmas, And held on four days thereafter. And we held on two hours At your bedside that morning, You liked holding hands. I hated letting go, And I wondered if you were ready, Because it wasn't right, And it wasn't wrong, It just was. And we had dinner at your house, Your sweater was draped over your chair, No one sat there. And I spent that Saturday night alone, In my room, Trying to drink some sense into everything, Wanting to see your smile, Wanting to drive to the hospital To hold your hand. But it was over, And you've left pieces of you in me, In all of us. We're experiencing a loss so heavy, And so deep Because the elevator ride to the seventh floor Always got harder. And I'd surrender to see you light up once more, Let my whole world become the breath that you breathe, But you would never let me. |