Wednesday, January 29, 2003
Bekah, Someday written on 10-26-01, just over three months after she was murdered.
Someday I will fill the silence
Your absent voice inhabits
Someday I will share your lost laugh
And fly with you upon it.
Thrust early and unwillingly toward
Every true issue, forcing my way
To nether worlds away
From the terrible quiet
Where your noises used to be.
Cleaving to remembered sneezes,
Filling up on your choice of words,
I am an engine breaking down
At too many corners.
Knowing too well
The emptiness in the street,
Your even breathing during sleep
A vacuum now, an avenue.
Must I apologize when I admit
I crave your white light Bekah?
Who am i, what am i
A picture's worth
I stand on the sand, and I'm rocking grief to sleep in my arms.
Comments by: YACCS