The searing pain of disappointment love unmatched drops you deep in this well of grief A once friendly landscape now transformed by incalculable sorrow In the span of a conversation you know yourself reduced to breath and bones The brightness of others, withering our lightness assaults and offends Nevertheless, I must say: Your ghost can help herself to the Haagen Dazs in the freezer
Wings
I spent a long morning scraping up silence listening for a healing word after a night of pacing fevered rocking gulping for breath then I remembered your kindness and the gentle reminder: miracles often appear on the swift wings of grief
Heartache
How many heartaches in thirty years? When we speak, I remember: this, whatever its current configuration annunciation is simply not the last word
Live Here
Live as though the day were here.
Nietzsche
It may take a while to live your own little life as if you matter, as though you mean more than the work you do each day Today, you can know you were breathing on the earth, truly here
Hill
Had my life crashed like waves of those before my ash would already drift above that hill I love But I did not die that day nor my child as we had every right to do These years less borrowed than gifted though I have lived them like a chore
Sheila Take a Bow
I wish I could sit with you there gray day, long oak table the kind of music we used to like or I liked and you liked me so you listened I would seem out of place in my Smiths shirt and pegged jeans but no matter I'd look you in the face the way I should have done Say things long overdue: you mattered I loved you more than you knew
Everything
Everything I want, need is available today for the low, low price of letting go
Deep Down
I hate it when I know things deep down Those are the things I don't want to know Why do I never know deep down that I need to eat more strawberry tarts? Crawl into your bed? Drive to the airport, buy the ticket to Paris Denpasar? It is always this stuff: Choose self-respect over perpetual disappointment Take myself home before I weep in the market Get up and hold the world together
Repetition Compulsion
Freud said we recreate the unresolved so there's no surprise you're back at it But here's a bright spot: something in me is free of my old story and I don't have to play
Surrender
I've heard this little life of mine is better lived in direct proportion to my willingness to surrender to you You've heard how crazy this sounds to ears like mine instructed never ever ever to give in
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