Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

You're dying; and it doesn't break my heart
to realize how little time is left
between us now since timelessness has been
so chief among the story-telling marks
of our relationship—and yet I grieve
already how you'll never glimpse my dreams
elaborate in actuality
and pass themselves in practicality.
With whom am I to celebrate high themes
of all our conversations when you leave?—
of thoughts continued when you're dead? Remarks
of moving on are meaningless—but when
I do move on, will you forgive the theft
of how I mourn you now as you depart?

words to set me off in mourning
i cry your departure
i cry my loneliness
i cry how leaving is inevitable
i move on
i cry on

Beautiful poems

I sobbed at your departure
until I felt your presence

one man in hospital caring for his wife
she recovered and now in turn
he is the one who will die first to die
she caring at his side
so poignant and bittersweet
this life
i was showing her where to get snacks and drinks for him

she was saying about how
all this time in hospital and didn't know where he snacks were,
now bringing them for him in turn
grace
love

you say it better
i have a card from vietnam on my little altar space
bookshelf back room
my friend peter
went back there
visiited a little village

he died the next year age 50
was gonna come down for a visit
my recovery mode doown and out ptsd friend
wrote his mom on christmas for several years
just to let her know i cared
then let it go
but his card and letter on my altar
until the altar goes
when the wind blows down thhe house
at jimbo's last stand
on a survival mission
ommmmm