Those who do…
Where did my sunshine go?
I haven’t written in months.
Where’s my last post?
Was that a question or a boast?
I give him the stink eye and keep working.
Always thinking.
They buried her in September.
So I’d feel the chill of December
And trace translations of her ghost.
I do not know you.
And still, and calm, I love you most.
Invisible and close.
You are impossibly intimate.
Worn through.
I keep clutching this sacred touch I never knew.
I wear you well, but still I’m tired.
Nodding out and into you.
Blinking from the sunshine you let seep through.
She’s gone. She’s Impossible.
This embrace I never knew.
This year’s December blew…
Through and through.
I’m so thin, and still it was a cold I never knew.
Sort of like being stranded.
On a blank, cheap, sheet of paper.
I don’t want to write.
I just want to hold onto you,
And dream about this light I never knew.
Let the sunshine bend... on those who do.
*Photography by Linwood K. Regensburg Jr.
