the clock ran on

… Irene
and Andrew

we live by the clock
where we go
what we do
tick tock tick tock
run for the train
ticket in hand
no backward glance
to check i am still there

every moment we live
like notes from a piano
even the sweetest ones
slip away
distilled down to feelings felt
songs sung
friends we’ve smiled upon
words in journals
to record it all


but not today
the clock ran on
and i no longer heard it’s urging
the world continued to turn
but i was still
i lay in our bed
waiting for everyone
and everything to understand
i was no longer there

that has to be the answer
i was no longer there
to see out of eyes –
forgive me love that’s how it had to be – for to
witness the strength of men
arms clasped about one another
shouldering my love gone away
from my touch – sight

i was no longer there and did not see
how dignified they looked
sharing their burden of loss – looking toward
that lone woman there
is not me

i couldn’t borrow of their strength
without a look at their faces
broken with grief

there would be nothing there to set me free

living is only a thing
a cup a pen this thought
and then
my heart is gone

without a backward glance
you left me here

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My Favorite Michael

So many past things running around in my mind today

making smiles flit across my face

like little children playing in a park

moving in and out of view - there behind the slide, running to the swings.

Cherries in the summer - that sweet burst commingled with giggles over you farting

quickly turned into a stampede of children laughing so hard

it was amazing we could get up, much less run and breathe.

The fruit stand on the side of the road - Olsen's - I think it's still there.

The apartment down the street

where you breathed your last after so long in pain

I didn't understand you weren't going to be back

didn't understand where they took you

and yet I did, from the way everyone cried

with finality

with letting go tearing at their hearts.

When I see that apartment I know you aren't there

but I am

still

wrapped up in memories of monster pancakes

saturday morning cartoons

tasting from your coffee cup

making sense of poker

your ticklish mustache on my face.

When I see that apartment I know you aren't there

but I am

waiting for you to come back and take us to the pool

to dive in and save me from the deep end of missing you

just like that brilliantly bright day I ran over and jumped in without a thought

as I sank I could see you bound out of your chair

fly in after me

felt your arms pull me up

head above water - safe

and without getting mad at me

you simply taught me how to swim.

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〰〰〰〰〰 Text: SerenityWriter 〰〰〰〰〰
〰〰〰 Picture from the Wim Wenders' movie
Wings of Desire (Der Himmel über Berlin)

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