Saturday SlobberLove

JHCFor J.H.C. on April 4

Muttering At Your Grave

In those moments
that make and umake days
when I can’t live
I do it for you—My dead one

Unafraid is how I picture you now
Next to the stillness
and the wrongness
that we so often discussed

With you holding up
your end of the conversation

I choose to know
that you did this
because of your love for me

When you listened to my stories
it might be that
that was the thing
that kept me from dissolving

You knew it so clearly
like how the night blanket
wraps around me—
a cloud
or a compass

In your telling
of the way you saw the world
I saw myself in the planets
and how very important I was
as long as you were here
describing me

3 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. Mary says:

    wow amazing thank you

  2. PJ says:

    *hand to heart, staring into the middle distance*