Poetry

Growing veggies for the fine folks of Southeastern Massachusetts, w/ a focus on nutrient quality. Always interested in the evolution of digital payments.  🎩

Bring Her Back

we spend the night in separate beds,
a mirror image of each other
close enough to reach out 
And touch palms
but we don't.

I lay awake for a long time
Listening for an answer that doesn't come
An explanation for all of this. 

I think about the times she used to wedge her feet between my legs
Too cold to leave them abandoned
Alone at the bottom of the bed.

Now her sobs wake me, 
Night after night. 
They echo along the corridor
In the empty rooms
Once filled with laughter
Now filled with holes
Punched into the wall

Absence 
And nothingness
And the dirty remains
Of a fixed moment in time
No one can change.

Time heals all wounds, they say
They write that in help sheets that get handed around 
And folded into handbags
And wedged into the gaps between bus seats and the wall
The dark corners I try to hide myself in too
But it never helps
Not everyone has enough time
Not all wounds can be healed. 
When nothing can ever bring her back.

There is nothing more powerful in this world than words.

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