A Missing PieceA Poem by Dana AlsamsamI wrote this from the perspective of my aunt after losing her son, my cousin.I know that some days I will wake up And regret everything I hadn’t gotten A chance to do for you, My first child. You’ve gone too soon, and with you I’ve gone, to a land of unrequited emptiness. I will question the sanctity of destiny. On these days I will brew my coffee strong, And rub my eyes Longing for some semblance of you. I will search for it in your closet. Clothes still hang in a hopeless Menagerie, like skinned animals at a butcher, But your scent will be gone Along with my sanity. Or maybe in the shallows of my mind I’ll find you with the crumbs on the counter, On the empty white walls that fixate me, In the unread pages of your novels on the table, In the naive eyes of your younger brothers, Or in the purple bags circling my own. These days will be lead heavily, Like rusty anchors attached to my chest. The loss takes the form of bile In the back of my throat: dry and sour. The acid springs leaks in my body, Snaps the strings that hold my flesh To my bones, to my organs. As I remember words you spoke to me, An eighteen year old son to his mother, A year ago today, the day of the fatal crash.© 2013 Dana AlsamsamReviews
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StatsAuthorDana AlsamsamChicago, ILAbout"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more..Writing
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