The Worst Day

I can never tell you

About that day…
It was the death of gravity, a falling
Away,

Unspeakable, unspeakable
Is all I can say, forever

It’s unspeakable
And the worst day.

Platitude Pyre

I try to keep warm
in the memory of you

But within embered years
a cold truth lies
beneath aphoristic ashes –
“Time heals all wounds”,
“This too shall pass” –

Over my dead body, perhaps.

Posted on July 22, 2011 by beeblu

“In the dream,

she
got on the bus
and left, not
looking out the window,

you
crossed the street
and disappeared
into the crowd, never
looking back”

I
tried to erase
this, but
it’s grown
a monstrous
smudge