thoughts while reading her sedoka…

her tears are her words
pages filled with memories
memories of nights by his side

memory’s journal
pages stained with her lost dreams
dreams once as real as warm flesh

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