note: this is not about the breakup of a romantic relationship.
i just happen to love in a big way all the people in my life.
you have been gone
is this goodbye so hard.
you are connected to nothing now, except my broken heart.
which i have stapled back together.
it is crude, but does the job
although, i admit, i’m tired of the way the sutures rub
against unexpected memories
who uninvited call. their rough, persistent knocking
rattles pictures on the wall
that i had hung to
fill the void
that lingered when you left.
perhaps they were substitutions but, i took what i could get
when the waterstains became
like old familiar friends;
points in conversations before i saw the end
of everything i trusted
in every thing you said.
the lines i carried with me and let sleep in my head
under blankets of indifference
to every fault you wore,
like i could make a difference
at the corner store with a bottle of compassion
to be poured into your soul
as if small town deals and passion
would make you want to know
that i don’t care for this vivid pain to show.
still, i love the Sun more
when it rains.