waking up on the wrong side of heaven…

in recent months
i’ve lost a number
of friends
and
i was wondering
how someone copes
with the loss
of
a life partner
so i broached
the subject
with aunt bea
who said
there comes a day
when we all
wake up alone
familiar sounds
are replaced
by silence
morning meals
are no longer shared
and
sometimes
the meal is replaced
by
warm coffee

and
empty stares
into
moments of yesterday
i still recall
those first days
my movements
through the day
became
repetitive
almost tasteless
but
i’ve found
if one opens
their heart
the beauty that
was
begins
to remind you
of
all
of life’s beauty
and
the glow of lost love
warms each new day

the body…

soiled blackened flesh
sunken eyes emptied of hope
blood covered clothing
death’s rancid breath abided
as a nation lies in state

presidential shared guilt absurdity…

we’ve heard this before
like victims of rape are blamed
for being women

up in the air…

how many
prophets
preach
this way
to
heaven
how many
candles
must
be lit
to
find peace
how many
silent
tears
are shed
while
alone
how many
voices
fill
night air
with
prayers
how many
cold nights
can
one heart
beat
alone
how many
prayers
are
raisins
in
the sun