The Knife of YouA Poem by Nicholas Duboe My mother passed away November 16th 2020 and this just came out of me months later. Hopefully you can relate. Wind whips across my cheeks Strands of hair crowd my view It feels like eternity crammed in a week Since the day that I'd lost you. The pain is different than anything before The hurt stings with a fresh new flare It's the feeling of yearning for nothing more Than to come home and find you there. Somehow, we'd laugh it off together Like it was all some kind of sick joke As if there never was a cremation, No fire or tears or smoke. Like I never watched you fade away Like I never let you leave me Like I never said goodbye to you I wish this were true, believe me. So, although I'll live the rest of my life With the knife of you stuck in my chest I'll hope to see your face once more When I am finally put to rest.
© 2021 Nicholas DuboeAuthor's Note
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Nicholas DuboeBowie, TXAboutHello there, my username is a pen name to be honest but I am currently 26 years old. I am a husband, a father and a son. I am also a poet and attempting novelist. I began writing years ago using Books.. more..Writing
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