You, Die Every Day
something is wrong with me
like
the way i think of you every
single day, every day, since that day
somehow old thoughts come creeping
we are laughing about something that happened
i remember
you had a way of making me forget
it was on that day that
day i walked with the wind blowing against me
angry at god
i could have walked around the world
yes but i walked to a park
and sat on a bench screaming inside of me
where we used to sit and talk
your shoes were neatly placed
waiting in the closet
i sat on the bed
i sat thinking waiting
for your touch ( i still do )
you were my anchor my security
now i have no direction i am lost
in a sea of nothingness
that day
every day you, die every day
i see it all replay in the shadows unbidden
like an old movie knowing each line
each scene
are you going to cry says my sister
yes, i think i will cry now
the smell of red roses makes me sick
when
will you stop dying
you, die every day, many times
am i never to be free
i imagine myself a bird resting in a tree
quiet with the wind
why do i stay i mean
i can fly
just fly into the sky
oh yes, i cannot i am held by the thread
of grief
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April 4, 2017
Free Verse/You, Die Every Day
Copyright Protected, ID 889358
Go Ahead . . . I Dare You
John Lawless
Fourth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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