technically heartbreak

prudence

the sun didn't come up today, on the first day without him, instead
clouds and street lamps late into the morning
i fill a pot of coffee, and shy away my gaze
from the coffee cups your mother got,
as a gift from her third wedding
and i try not to remember
the saturday mornings you woke up before me
to make me pancakes, and we
would drink our coffee from matching mugs

in his absence is the thing that lives in the back of my chest
it's technically heartbreak, but it's gotten congested, settled there
it's hard to breathe this way, crowding my lungs
i do the best to practice the breathing exercises
a kind woman taught me on a city bus
when my brother's baby was born
and i had an anxiety attack

i'll focus on my breathing and not his memory
or how he crossed his fingers when he was nervous,
or excited depending on the day
he is over and he shouldn't be

parts of my body don't know it yet
the places on my arms he doodled on in art class don't know it yet
my hands don't know it yet
the impulse to share silly things
or make references to only things we know
definitely doesn't know it yet
i want to unknow it

  • Author: Prudence van der Linden (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2017 21:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: sending him off into the good ol folk festival in the sky. my town has a awful reputation for teenagers jumping in front of trains. rip eddie, you hippie fuck
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 35
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Comments4

  • Gary Edward Geraci

    Suicide is never the answer, too many victims left in its wake. NAMI first...

  • onepauly

    nobody really wants to commit suicide. their probably in despair
    and don't know what to do about it. most places they wont take you in. I don't think they care. look at all the homeless people. do they care about them?

  • kevin browne

    technically speaking your poetry appears to be of a good meaning. spirits are high for you in this time of saddened emotions.

  • WinterSky

    Makes sense to me. Not sure how others on here can write poetry with a close mind. Good job !



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