Tissues

Poetry about a life tragedy that haunts me still.

Tissues

I.

So here I am for another try
Knocking while
Kneeling on knees, bloody
With use, and ears weary
Of hearing the door groan
As it slowly shuts again.

And time slows with
Muffled giggles
As she hides behind
Gossamer paper
While white fur reflects
Off granite stones.

And we walk on tightropes
While they stand at the
Ends, shears glinting as
They both hack away.

II.

Gossamer wings turn white
As brown stalks and green leaves
Bring woe double-fold
While plaques are polished
Step-stones positioned and jagged
Notes stagger through the air.
I breathe acid as her head hits
My shoulder and exhale comforts
As the smallest whine.

III.

And with callused hands
And threadbare fingers
We dig again into the
Eternally fresh mound.
So sharpened spages
Become our bibles
And rasping breathes
Our quiet prayers.