in the photograph you are staring
off-screen, face closed
the sky, aching.
i remember how you were that morning,
alive. i remember how you buttoned your coat, carefully,
opened the door.
maybe it’s catching
i am not that good at being sad,
too much understanding,
i follow a path,
your footsteps there, before me
this is what is important:
the living, the daily failures,
the body’s longing for itself
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One day at a time. I like the feeling of sad acceptance in this. I'm with tara, this one sticks in ones mind; I love the slow buttoning.
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It's really hard to write the numb feeling! I'm so glad. I think...
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quit often your poems & your voice leave me with a little shiver while reading, i like it when poetry has the power to do that
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Yes, most often it is something that is making me shiver. Better out than in.
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