,how do you know when
(a human is too broken?)



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human too broken?

like the light bulb, removal from its fixture, a simple shaking revelation of the tinkling filament spent, something that cannot be repaired, the only option is replacement and that makes
you cry

the empty box of oatmeal raisin cookies, you find secret’d,
hid by you, not to be found by you
at the bottom of the kitchen garbage,
but box betrayal, by the chartreuse tipped box lid sided
peeking upwards, asking, silencing screaming,
what did I do to deserve
this degrading

like the blouse now too tight that it brings stares as the buttons strain, unwelcome attention unintended,
you know it but still pretend not to see,
for you both once loved that silky guise that so
heightened the high tender, the match of your pink rose skin letting, no! making
your eyes glisten, like broken filament glass, on the sidewalk,
recalling the pleasured admiration,
rain remembered from the
prior priority of a life consisting of only
perfect gifts

so mean revert to the poseur question; this is how...

remove the human from a fixed place, whimpering-threatened,
you may hear clear the crackle cackling  of the innard shards against the misperception of a body intact,
even if you do,
no repair service you want,  can be found, see it nowhere,
is it even
anywhere advertised?

the body presumed intact is secret’d under a tactile coverlet,
holey scupperrd holy cuttered
so that the cells and bicuspids, the threads
no longer function in a tandem,
you keep it in the closet closed,
in the back, deep hid, where,
when it screams why,
it can be safe ignored,
because  ‘betrayed’ is no longer a word,
in your globe's dictionary,
the parental controls activated by you to
save your own inner child’s unconstrained confusion,
it has been removed


so the broken glass, the clothes you dressed each other,
if not weep-well,
well enough hid,
the fit is off,
the fit is off,
the coverlet ripped so bad and neither cares

Time to say goodbye
A poem of new beginnings
by Jude kyrie

When I lost you my darling
The winter fell from eternity.
Crystals of you fell in the snowflakes.
Sparkling as your eyes once did.
In the light of old  street lamps.

I could not move on without you my love.
I had folded my heart into a love letter
And placed it in your soul to keep forever.

Yet after all these lonely years without you.
She has found me, and taken my hand
Leading  me to the sunlight
that we once shared together.

Perhaps that would have been enough once.
But the dinner at the old Hotel
Had candles of red and green to celebrate
the festive season of goodwill to man

Stored away in the freezer of my heart.
The ice crystals cannot
live in the warmth of this season.
Even as they  try to fight the glow.

They are frozen as cold as ice.
Upon  the memories
of our old Christmas past.

Yet she is here now.
not to replace you.
or take away what you were.
but to take all that is
left of me.
and shine it like old silver.

in the festive restaurant.
Her smile is a cure for my sadness.
Her hand is my guiding light
Her heart is glowing
like the yule log in the fireplace.

Then from the candlelight,
You send my cure
The one I have waited for
In an eternity of sadness.

The future ghost of Christmas
Was in the candlelight that danced
Inside her beautiful eyes.
And quietly in the glow of Christmas.
I am finally able to say to you.
That it is
time to say goodbye my love.