Somewhere between
the womb and the grave
was when I realized
I could no longer
taste you
The years I spent
lovingly devoted
helplessly reliant
on your gracious presence
are nothing beyond
hazy memory
I hope I pass on
sooner than later
so that my promise
of being able
to live and die
without you
can be the first one
I've kept
There are no flowers
on either of our graves
but ours were lives
of fulfillment
of dedication
not to the world outside
but to the ocean between
us and the tides we let
ebb and flow
give and take
heal and hurt
No eulogy I could give
could ever express
all that you have made
me become
all that I have blamed
you for being
You were the only solace
I have ever felt
and I will rot in dirt
for all eternity
without ever having
needed you at all.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
Somewhere between
the womb and the grave
was when I realized
I could no longer
taste you
The years I spent
lovingly devoted
helplessly reliant
on your gracious presence
are nothing beyond
hazy memory
I hope I pass on
sooner than later
so that my promise
of being able
to live and die
without you
can be the first one
I've kept
There are no flowers
on either of our graves
but ours were lives
of fulfillment
of dedication
not to the world outside
but to the ocean between
us and the tides we let
ebb and flow
give and take
heal and hurt
No eulogy I could give
could ever express
all that you have made
me become
all that I have blamed
you for being
You were the only solace
I have ever felt
and I will rot in dirt
for all eternity
without ever having
needed you at all.
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