Saying Goodbye to My Mother and My Lover on the Same Day
We have become indifferent
the winter is cold
and we can’t seem to find the door in.
From the outside
everything is untouched, breathtakingly
forgivable.
We cannot draw ourselves away.
There is fire here
the kind that burns a long time.
You arrive an apparition.
Naked, tall, hairless,
your empty eyes deplete me.
I have become comfortable waiting,
broken I slip so easily out of place.
The largeness of my loss, your fear
eclipses the fragmented puzzle pieces
we hold.
Our hearts are heavy as death,
heavy as the moment
I buried my mother.
I say goodbye to each of you
know the dirt of regret
kept in both my pockets
haunts me still.
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