Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

Kinda Used To Be

There was reason to grab my arm
when you were by my side, leaning,
our weight sometimes supported each other.
If I close my eyes, the fingers creep,
squeeze my flesh, rising like dough.
When shadows fall through my window,
your ghost has passed me by.
I linger in these memories to preserve
precious lost, unable to comprehend
why you faded before the frost.

I stoke a fire devouring my breath.
I move the glow ash lingering, feeling
warmth by my side, in this hollow space.
Stars speck a black sky, none more knowing
than a watchful moon spied by gleaming eye.
It’s been around the world, sees you too.
Silent like a stranger has no message of you.
I linger in a white, soft chill, numb bone.
Precious lost, can’t comprehend preservation.
Jab the embers, coolly flow, wisp-thin.


7.7.22 poem added