Something Came Between Us
This feeling is like stepping my foot into muddy water.
The sight of you makes stormy clouds cry tears.
Once, you were my flower and I was the water that kept you healthy.
When I touch your skin, it’s rough like a granite surface.
Why are you here? Why do you make me feel this way?
I remember when you and I were one—like a water drop resting on a coin’s metal surface.
We were once a unit, a team, like a pair of shoes—point is we were adhesive.
But what came between us?
Was it you?
Was it me?
No—it was neither of us, because what came between us was death.
I stand in front of your stone grave; on this stormy day; my umbrella half broken.
My shoes, muddy from standing for so long in front of your resting place.
I gather strength to kneel down next to your tombstone, to touch your name and place my flowers--I wish it were your skin I was touching ever so gently.
I walk away and I hear myself say---one day, we will soon be together again.
Copyright © Tyree Jackson | Year Posted 2012
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