Brady Wright

Brady Wright Nov 2017

How long has it been since I last saw you?
When did we last fill the room with lively, sapphire jabs?
When was I last your son, or your idea of him?
Floating softly through the eternal Autumnal sigh of leaves
I write Letters to Home in my mind
That speak to you like we used to
Quietly alone, I watch the gray sky fade
Into this new world, never to be seen again

Brady Wright Oct 2017

Endearment

The endearing way in which you grab hold
Onto the stillness of my soul
Once again fulfilling every wish
Of both you and I
To give and to receive the warmth and comfort
Of your limbs entangled with mine
Provides my soul with the nourishment
For both you and I
And under the moon, lie just us two
In love and life and laughter
Your smile tears me away from my suffering
And I am made whole, yet again

Brady Wright Aug 2017

Reticence

Lightning strangles the night in a gossamer shade of nostalgia
Sweetly stings, softly stabs, surreptitiously signaling disregard
For those that gave you breath and form…
I aspire to explain myself, serenely, and yet the words
Crawl out of the back of my skull like stagnant spiders
Meticulous, menacing, utterly terrifying
Yet vital and obligatory…
Yet everything…
But nothing yet…

Brady Wright May 2017

Christopher

Even though I was too young to remember, I will never forget
How beautiful your face looks in that baby picture on the fridge
Even as you are tangled in tubes and strangled by burden
The lack of oxygen is killing you
And yet you still remain
In such sweet repose
But in my mind you’re screaming, “Let me go!”
I can’t escape you, no matter how hard I try
I think about you in Heaven and what you might look like
I think about you and wonder why you died
You were only sixteen days old
Why did God take you?
Will I see you again?
Will I get to hold you?
Or did my mother lie to both of us just to make it through?

Brady Wright Apr 2017

Observation

Hilarity is often a combination of truth and comparison

Brady Wright Apr 2017

For You

I'm trying not to mind
That I'm sleeping all the time
And every thought of mine
Drifts to you

Back to those summer days
Hidden in a cloudy haze
When I would
Give myself willingly to you

It reminds me of the way
The words you always used to say
Like "I love you" and "goodnight"

But all those little things
Fade away into the spring
And become nothing more
Than a sigh

Now it's winter here
And the words I once held dear
Have turned away and said
Goodbye

Brady Wright Mar 2017

Good Morning

What was my life before we met?
I, a traveler, lonesome and weary
You, beautiful, now and forever
To you, my love, I bid a soft
Good morning
And I am lonesome and weary no more