I said goodbye today….
saying for months
what I’d been trying to say
Alone in the throng
staring down at the hole
they had laid you upon
I remember
the laughter
and the joy that we shared
I remember
the promise
that we made on a dare
“Never
to end up like this,”
we had taken the same vow
Each
empowering the other
to end it before now
I could not
pull that plug
or flush down that drain
The guilt
hanging heavy,
the memory left stained
I hope
you now see me
from a much better place
And take pity
on my failing
my one great disgrace
The backhoe
is coming,
the mourners have gone
Please forgive me
I beg,
I’ll be with you before long
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Prison Of Time
She wrote into my dreams
the first line of a nightmare
And I can no longer sleep
in fear of the next line
She ran away with all hope
that one line to haunt me
Each new second an hour
—in this prison called time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)