I am a wolf
wrestling with the feast
of missing you
I have dreams of a reunion
only to wake with only these bones
so I tell myself
I’m better off alone
in a cage of memoriam for you
grief
Day 16: Pause
The music plays
an admission that life continues
I want to take the notes out of the song
and hold them still
never letting go
forever on pause
to reflect the undertow of silence
now you’re gone
Remembrance NaPoWriMo poem 6
The music can’t sustain
the fragments of you that remain
Like inextricable impressions
behind my eyelids
Fracturing any semblance
of memories of any remembrance
Seeking you still
but knowing you’re gone
An emptiness that expands the lungs
and stops there
as if my breath stops too
In remembrance of you
I blame myself.
It’s not secret on this blog that Depression takes me over a lot.
That my depression is a chronic reoccurring nightmare that not only tires me, but the people around me too.
Perhaps last year and still through to this year one major reason for such severe blips lately is the delayed impact of losing my best friend in January 2020 .
Yes she was ‘only a little budgie’ but she wasn’t ‘only a little budgie’ to me.
It didn’t help that I didn’t lose her in the usual way either. I lost her due to my own mistake, and that is something I find very hard to live with.
As it is I’m already a person prone to guilt, never mind a mistake where a little innocent life was ruined, or ended because of a mistake I made in the first place.
I had a dream last night that she came back home and then I lost he all over again, and throughout the whole dream I just kept hearing her calls but yet never finding where the calls were coming from.
And I’ve done that in real life too. I’ve heard calls I thought were her.
I’ve sat in the bathroom brushing my teeth and heard a call that sounded like it was coming from behind the extractor fan grid.
I’ve heard calls when walking out into the corridor from my flat.
I’ve heard calls I thought sounded like her when outside but it was probably just another bird that sounded a bit like her. Or maybe she sounded like them.
I see feathers from different birds that have been either moulted or stripped off from a predator and I always stop in my tracks and look more closely, looking for her blue colour in the feather.
Sometimes I see the blue colour and then I look around and say, ‘Charlie?’ As if the feather is hers and she’s somewhere close by.
But she’s never there. She’s never here.
Sometimes I look down at a feather for a bit too long, in the way of someone trying to get past me while keeping a distance.
I look and look, and look some more till I convince myself I see blue, her blue. And it’s hers.
But it isn’t.
Sometimes I look at the feather, look around and then say aloud, ‘I’m sorry, Charlie.’
It might have been a mistake, but I still blame myself.
It might not have been purposeful, but I still blame myself.
And I don’t know if there will ever come a time I won’t blame myself.
I have a budgie I ended up rescuing, he has learnt some funny phrases. And it makes me laugh.
But I still
Blame
Myself.
Sadness like an unquenchable thirst
Our skin has been shed
outside renewed
this is how it accumulates
like dust on books
inside all the days
and years spread
and every time we scream
it’s wasted breath
because in our voice
our sadness can’t be contained
It simply runs wild
Within our veins
too powerful for outside
Much too strong for us inside
The tears are never enough
for the accidental goodbyes
the shock & horror
always there, always filling lungs with empty
This is how it accumulates
Till we’re undone
one with the dirt
no more synapses producing hurt
Another one on Absence
Your absence rings
In my ears
As if
Every voice
Not yours
Is a gunshot
Reverberating
In my skull
Your absence lingers
In every musical interval
As if
Every note
Sustains your existence
Behind my eyes
Yet my mind’s eye
Continues to blur you
As if you’re fading, still
Not quite a ghost, but not quite true
A shadow
I must hold onto.
Absence
As the orchestra plays it’s song
your absence is in every note
your absence is in every tone
You’ve become the music
Something I can’t touch
The music is the memory
Of you being here with me
And it hurts.
You were so small
And the biggest thing in my life
Now your absence follows me
I am not the same.
I cannot carry this burden
But I will not let you go
Your absence is all I have left to hold
Splinter
That day is a shard of time
A splinter in the heart
Rain
My emptiness is full tonight
As the sun sets just out of sight
I picture you coming home
But it’s too late
No time for goodbyes
Gone in the blink of an eye
And the sky doesn’t care
Cause the clouds aren’t here
Raining like it ought to be
Heavy breath full of empty
It’s hard to breathe
When you can see
The world is continuing
Without you
And my world is nothing
Cause it revolved around you
I want the rain
Raining over me
Dilute these tears
Before I disintegrate
I want the rain
Let it rain over me
It’s not raining like it ought to be
I carry you under the sun
Your absence gets heavier
In the sun
I need to go somewhere dark
To let this burden go
From my heart
But I don’t want to say goodbye
So I carry you
Under the sun
Time fills the season
But I’m all out of reasons
I’m a tree that never recovered
From the fall
So I carry you
under the sun
I’ll always carry you
Under the sun
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