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I'M Missing Him
I ‘m missing him like we miss that lost tooth till the gum heals. I ‘ve been in the dentist’s chair Had the anaesthetic but still felt the tug and force. And the dentist yelled,look at this, I got it all out in one You see,the root was very twisted and tangled I told him,take it away. I’m missing my other because his absence makes a hole like that bloody hollow in your jaw but in the soul. Came home alone from the clinic Felt that soul hole.The first time when he was n’ t here. God does n’ t do anaesthesia, just burns the bush I’m missing him because he needed me so much Now nobody needs me nor notices if I am here except Alfred Or if I fall over in the garden,will I die and rot down to the earth before my neighbour recalls he’s not seen me for three weeks.Or maybe five. I miss J the way you’d miss your flesh if someone shot you with a rifle and made a tunnel through your body; took out a lump which would hurtle away and fall to earth. I’m missing his honey smell. the knowledge,the feeling he had of me. The hole in my space is almost tangible in this room. I wake up and wonder what he’d like to eat today. But the dead don’t eat at our tables do they? I remember I am alone at the table and I can eat whatever I like. Oh,love,why did you go down so fast? When you were the one,solid I leaned on. You were my man, you were the one,
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