Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Poem for today:

“our last conversation”

it was a cold February night
you and I sat in the bedroom
sterile white sheets covered you
but they couldn’t hide the lines
forming around your dark eyes
the cancer blackening your insides
yet our talk was light and carefree
for we never sat alone, just us two
and our words quickly filled up
the empty spaces in my childhood
when we were separated by bridges
that really felt like vast oceans
it was that night you opened
the chambers of your heart
saying all the things you needed
to say before your eyes closed
I cried that Spring day when
they placed you in the grave
for the void from silent years
would never be filled now -
we simply ran out of time

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