…
today.
today, I lose
(or tomorrow
or some time (always
today)
something
someone
part of/
myself
and no amount
of wisdom
of experience
of being here
before, so many times—
no amount
of training,
or psychology,
or Truth
about how it wasn’t about me
(it isn’t about me)
about how there was nothing
that could have been done
differently, yesterday, a week ago, years ago
today, changes the fact
that the head can know
everything and the heart
never
accept a word of it.
I miss you
(I love you)
I miss you
(I love you)
I miss you)
and you
haven’t even
left.
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Vital edit of syntax I was too slow to see.
Next to last lines should be
“you. And you
haven’t even
left.”
/sobs
There’s lots here and I don’t think anything can be added.
Parentheticals to the left of title
(…
And at end
left.)
That’s it. I think
Wow, that was powerful and hit home on so, so many levels. Blessings to you.
Yes.
Oh dear. This one cuts like a surgeon’s knife. Slow and steady. Rent.
Know this can be read multiple ways, but copying what I posted on FB because I feel it is important and somebody needs to see it:
“LexPoMo XVII: did the thing again today. Because you hAve to keep doing all the things, regardless.
I don’t want to, can’t, talk about this today. Only posting because…I know all of us to some extent are dealing right now. And some of us far more on far more fronts than others.
Please. Please if you’re in that place (and I know it is easy to type and nearly impossible to do). Or please, if you even think someone else might be (because many times they cannot)—I post this to say: Reach out. All of you.
If you haven’t been there when someone you loved was…this is my attempt… I don’t even know. Just reach out. Better to be wrong than miss it.“
Ty all for your comments. And prayers, or energy, or whatever you do, for her in the days to come.
❤
Mr. Nichols, you killed me today. That was beautiful in so many ways I cannot describe.
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Overwhelmed by this poem, Joseph. Yes, many ways to interpret, and mine resonates. Hug!
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Miss you, Mary.