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I didn't nourish you into old age your spark was snuffed out much too early due to your frailty and the frailty of human reasoning, human hands if I believed in statistics statistics would've decreed how you died young how those words glide off my tongue into a juxtaposition of troubling opposites youth has the luxury of time while the dead have none they tell me there's a place beyond this sometimes lonely one beyond the bewildering ether of our abrupt separation how you loved your simple life how you simply loved it all today's bluer sky tries to hint at eternity not any strife or fall but what I see is an eternity of space falling up into a vastness of blue into that vastness somewhere is there a bit of you an eternity of you or do you somehow look down upon me can you please tell me what you see do you wonder if I can still see you inside of me we do I do you're not up in some sky you live within inside the hollowed chambers of our hearts where the blood doesn't always pump forward but often stops and starts and the mind looks inward to the last time to memorize you you're here in the last lines of this poem the first thought of each morning the last breath of air at night as it brushes cross my cheek I hear your voice without a warning you're in the reasons we talk in great detail as tears fill up our reddened eyes the space you've left behind it doesn't lie grief is love that has no where to go and yet we both know somehow you're still here ************* LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS WORK/POEM ON MAY 19, 2017 11:26PM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD edited and pared down May 21, 2017 12:43pm PST for clarity' sake. For me, this needs to be written as well as possible. it is important for both of us. all of us. Vote for this poem |
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