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I am out of words
out of verses
nothing rhymes
with your absence

Yet time stood still
for you 
and life, well life is 
not the same
without your eyes
and the truth of all truths:
a single thought of
you will always move my
soul

But time presses time
and I try to find the word
and rhyme
the voice
of a soul moved:
I think of you
and warmth
overwhelms the silence
the word that rhymes
Today is your birthday and I cannot see you. The stone with your name takes me, buries me in the grief of your absence. And I want to believe, I will see you again. Oh, what I would give to hug you.  It was today, five years ago that I last heard your voice. You were 23, happy and busy as always. A month later you were gone. I am so glad we had those 3 minutes on the phone. I remember telling you how much I missed and loved you and,  I heard you: "Me too, Syl. Me Too."

You are 28 to me, and I am counting the days.  I will see you again.

Miss you Josh
 Jan 2016 Mikey Pooler
Corset
It was harrowing,
the way the darkness
crept into her cage
the sudden change
in demeanor
no longer
a will to share,
the teeth marks
she left behind
in the calves
of leg
the loss of mind,
employment,
fragment and bones,
the very fabric
of home lay
torn and bleeding,
her red ribbon muzzle
tear stained in
separation

It was harrowing,
the madness
pulling apart
at the seam of
consciousness,
and then
she disappeared,
as if she never began,
and all that
is left of her,
are her
blackbird eyes.

— The End —