Dedicated to James

Carving Space for You

A Poem on Loss

Photo by Jared Rice on Unsplash

You still have a hold
on me, in me, around
me, about me, and for me

Even though our story
ended in a plot
twist
leaving me
twisted
like twigs at the bottom
of a soggy sandbox
discarded like children’s
shovels and pails
full of what was
what wasn’t and what-ifs

Sometimes you’re
unearthed
like Spring
the month it
happened —
April
and those
showers, those
April showers
startle me
when I’m faced
with stories of…
…Suicide…
there — I said it
I breathed it:
Suicide.

But our conversation
does not end
there
it writes itself
and unfolds in
the folds of the…