Trying To Remember 2010
You made me wear his jacket
To keep me from the cold
As I ushered in the mourners
I cried in fear of the thought
Of his death touching my skin
A feeling of deep sorrow and guilt
I locked myself in Rachael’s room
Hanging his coat on the back of her door
I prayed for them to wait
''Please lord let them all wait''
We were just not ready (or was that just me?)
And yet I open the door to find
These memories have passed
Taking you now with them
I’m not sure exactly where your grave lies
I’m certain next to him in his Sunday best
Placed mid dream faced turned to happiness
Unaware that now I am left
Scrambling through wardrobes
In second hand stores
Hunting out the jacket I once had left
on the back of a door to a room
In a house
full of waiting mourners
If only for one nuzzle, a spark of memory
To take me further back, than the end.
Copyright © Naomi Jenkins | Year Posted 2010
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