I need hugs. Contact;
reassuring, physical.
You, all around me.
One has never been enough.
I’m incomplete without you.
I need hugs. Contact;
reassuring, physical.
You, all around me.
One has never been enough.
I’m incomplete without you.
new breath, black eyes, tiny life,
(
best friend
one step
removed by wife
two steps
removed by son
infinitely
separated by a gulf I cannot cross
alone)
a beautiful thing, now peaceful.
Both of us unable to survive
without
human touch,
community,
love
only I know how to fake it,
so my
slow death
(sped a step by his arrival)
goes unnoticed
(as birth is announced broadly)
I am become my own failure:
alone-
separated from the community
-because I am
alone.
my dying breath, my black tears, my tiny life.
failure is like
a flavour
of ice cream
it’s always just intense enough
so you can taste it
even as it numbs
Sometimes the diff’rence
between round-trip and one-way
is the strength to stay …
and then what?
suddenly simple?
everything works out?
that … seems unlikely.
seems untrue.
but maybe “friends”
or maybe nothing
ever
again
only one has ever
disappeared
completely
gone;
can she too ?
I wish someone would
tell me
what it is
I’m supposed to have done
wrong.
or how to do
right
right now.
and then what?