Dead End

(To CE and Gran Torino)

Repose. I just wanted
some repose.
Where the sticks and stones
and all the voices
could not find me.

Smell the scent
of your skin in the
dress, seen, ignored
every day,
out of habit.

You left me face to face
with myself, with only the
company of strange voices,
strange faces,
awakening

my past, my pain.
The unresolved mystery
of why we are in
a broken mirror
killing each other.

The grieving silence.
The eyes, the memory.
The nevermore of
your body,
gone with you.

Pale day,
dark sorrow. With no ties
to bind me to the march
oh hopeless routine,
how can I remember
your guiding voice,
the comfort of your hours.

OH 2009


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