Stop

Stop checking your phone, the email, the snail mail–
She’s gone.
There’s no way to tell you in soft, safer ways
She’s gone.
Dead, buried.
So now every loss seems
monumental.
Every silence deafening.
All the nice words have been said
All the friends gone away
All the caring,
exhausted
And here I sit
lost, waiting for
nothing.

Uncategorized

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s