The Ones Not Written

THE ONES NOT WRITTEN (Poem For K.) The ones not written are the ones Stuck in my heart like a crown Of thorns. If you look closely You can see the blood seeping Slowly from my chest. The ones not written are the ones I saved especially for you although You left before I had a chance To read them to you. Maybe today is the day I’ll come up Recite each one aloud then destroy them the way you and I almost destroyed ourselves in the flames of alcohol and drugs. I’ll bury the ashes next to your Headstone and only you and I Will know about the ones not written, The ones you never read Because I kept them from you, buried Way deep in my heart. This Is what I believed: We had enough time to solve the problems, plan our escape And rearrange ourselves into newer, fresher Versions of who we wanted to become. I believe You felt the same way even though you never Really expressed yourself as loudly or as intensely As I did. I had, I suppose, a too large mouth Which is never a good thing in a small town. So here I am, alone, reciting to you the ones Not written, the ones stuck in my chest like a Crown of thorns. These are the important ones, The ones I burned to ash and buried next to your Headstone so that the next time you decide To rise up from the dead you will read them And know you are holding in your hands My blood My heart. Copyrighted September 10, 2012 Jim Brewer