Michael

i loved you

between the fallen

night sky and overbright mornings

    left over

           left unanswered

repeating . . . repeating. . . repeating

 

taking no notice of wee

ones

stretched, stressed, paused in

animated living to stare in abject panic

at imminent

danger

 

they were mine.  they were

           me

and i never understood

how you would

how you could

and still expect i would

s.t.a.y.

 

And now you’ve left this world, my

heart still attached, love

of my life,

my Vietnam Marine, my broken

hero

riddled

with cancers . . .

    Agent Orange speaking for

all the care and gratitude of a nation

drowning in its own disregard

 

And you took with you all the rage

     That the world placed at your feet

     That couldn’t be drowned in one more

bottle of Jim Beam

     That nobody cared

to even acknowledge

 

you never stood a chance.

 

W.E. never stood a chance.

 

I will hold your memory, Michael

in the box i keep on my closet shelf

           bound in tender care, yellowed ribbons and

all the dreams that might have been

Reviews

[emmajoy]

A beautiful piece of writing and even more so, the sight of your love and admiration for a tragic, sick human being.. your friend. One rarely knows or understands just how deeply pain travels, Empathy doesn't always show its face... in your case, for that friend, it did most definitely

Fine writing, wonderful phrasing, your heart held the pen here. ,

Turning away now.. desperately sad for you, for Michael.

[J]

your heartfelt thoughts touch me deeply, as you are wont to do. thank you for coming, dear emma.

[Kelly Scheppers]

This is poetry for the soul! Writing such a litany of love to one you loved shows your heart upon your sleeve...and what a heart it is!

I love you, girl!

; )

[J]

kel!! ohmygoodness it's good to see you! and what a lovely photo of you!

thank you for your sweet words and coming to leave your thoughts. do hope all is well there in beautiful SD!

have missed you.

love you, sweetpea!

[Forest Green]

'All the dreams that might have been'...what an emotional journey summed up in the varietals of loss. Striking a balance between that and what came to be is next to impossible. But love keeps the bridge in usable repair despite the torrents of disappointment.

Wonderful tribute to your mighty love!

[J]

singularly insightful. brings tears to me. thank you. my box of regrets seems to be growing exponentially. dunno how to find a balance, as you say, when it's too late. thank you for coming by, dan'l.

[SkinlessFrank]

your brand of tribute and remembrance is what counts in the universe, much more than any of the day-to-day nonsense of this crazy mixed up world

[J]

thank you, d.