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I
still grieve for
you, my love.
They said time
would heal
and I'd forget.
They didn't
know.
No one knew
except you and
me.
The
kids are fine.
Having them
helps sometimes,
I think.
Then again, I
don't know.
Maybe they're
the link that
keeps you alive
for me.
Or dead.
Sometimes I
think it was
always
just you and me.
Yesterday
I wrote a poem.
I remembered
what you said,
that someday I'd
be famous.
You believed in
me, you were
sincere.
Maybe that is
why I grieve.
I'm still
stumbling in the
dark.
No one's here to
steady me
except with do's
and don'ts.
I yearn for your
shoulder.
The
black, endless
night wraps its
arms
around me in a
cold embrace,
and I'm a
starving beggar
pleading for a
morsel,
empty, needing
sustenance,
but finding
none.
If
I went storming
through this
granite-studded
necropolis
with the
ferocity
of a
wildly-raging
tornado,
leveling
monuments,
pulverizing
flowers,
uprooting trees,
wailing my dirge
like a siren's
call,
would you hear?
Would you see?
Oh,
my love,
my heart and my
soul,
would you come
back?
~Copyright
© 1994 Ruth
Gillis~
First
published in the
Spring/Summer
1994 issue of Mobius
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