Darkness lingers here because the wounds are deeper Healing is hard when you don't want to get better Darkness lingers here because you are a special kind of sick The reality of death being your dearest wish
I saw the woman kneeling at his grave weeping at his premature departure. Were her tears a liquid bridge between their love, their passionate past and a new still aborning present?
My heart ached for her thinking of the way they gave themselves to each other and to a greater cause wondering and hoping his life was a small stone for building something beautiful.
I recently saw a documentary: “Section 60 – Arlington National Cemetery.” It was beautifully done but it was so painful to watch, these women and men weeping and lingering at the grave sites of their loved ones fallen in the Iraq or Afghanistan wars. I had trouble articulating my feelings and the reason I sat through those painful beautiful scenes until the end of the film. I also wish to thank Sharon Talbot for her poem by the same title and for the idea for this poem. Sharon’s HelloPoetry.com page: https://hellopoetry.com/u697570/poems/
you know if we never moved perhaps we could stop time everything would be frozen in this infinite moment the stars would stay in the same position on this deep blue canvas if we never left that beach everything would stay still if we never moved you know
living our lives out in a painting, chasing after you beneath the stars 🌌