How can I fix you?

she puts her arms
all the way
around me
shaking from the sobbing
we stand there
in the silent hallway

whispering into my chest,
“how can I fix you?”
“how can I bring you back?”
even then she knew something was gone

(can anyone have ever cried so hard
about something no one knows anything ABOUT?)

whispering into the top of her head,
“I can’t tell from in here”
tapping my chest
tapping my head
“I’ll need to rely on you”
tapping her head
tapping her chest
“and any others you care to bring on”



Worst Words

The worst words
Written in despicable strokes
Popping the top off of
Every daisy
Crunch of bottles raw
Against the gravel driveway
Nothing can be unsaid
When uttered in that way
The time for forgiveness
Is gone
It will never see another day


Go ’round

It will never combine
No words
No volume
No faint whiff of perfume
You may catch hold
Of each one separately
But this world may even
Be too old for that
Try for the words
Try for the perfume
Those two together
Can make the world
Go ’round


Sweet P

I woke up in the middle of the night
My chest was empty and heavy
I turned over to find our Sweet P

Snuggled up between us on the bed
Purring like there was no tomorrow
I put my hand on her
She let out a quiet squawk
To let me know she knew

My hand found yours
Are fingers entwined
Cradling her small body
We were the brightest stars in the universe

Ever so slowly
Our sweet baby’s breathing grew short
She began to fade,
Not harshly,
Not laboured,
On her own terms
She went slowly
Communing with us
Showing us that this was the last of her wishes
With a tiny squawk
Miss P let out her final breath
And closed her eyes
In mere moments she was gone

With our hands still clasped
We stayed there for a while…
I fell asleep

When I stirred we still held hands
But Prudence was gone
I could feel my tears on my pillow

Just then, beyond belief
Not sure of this new encounter
A squawk at the top of her lungs
And little bounce tiny stride
Sweet P climbed in between us
And demanded to be seen and heard
You can be sure she was
You can be sure she was



This is where we are
In a perpetual moment
That binds
Plans with reality

This is when

This is when
We are going

It doesn’t have to be
Big and flashy
It doesn’t need to be
Quaint or docile

It will be whatever we want
When we get there


When Is Later?

We assumed that
What we needed
Was what we had,
We built ourselves
From our familiarities

It was so easy
We knew each other
We knew what were doing

So many years
Gone by,

Without a scratch?

But we knew there were other,

Things brushed upon
Things talked around
Things set aside,
Until later,

When is later?



All the words
I have in me
To tell the world
About you

To string together
In brilliant crescendos
The symphony
Of us

Light falling
Through mist
Colors running
On your upturned
What a masterpiece
You are to me

Flying into
Infinite night
As enduring
As we are

Infinite dreams
Built on
Abiding love
And you will have only
Scratched the surface
Of everything
We can be