30 January 2007

some thoughts in a poem-ish form

To the you who I have lost:
there are so many, really
how to find the words--and then speak
them out of stillness
in words, losses become
more real, more palpable
sometimes, easier to be wordless
as if describing makes it so

So losing that spark
allows you to suffocate and fade
you did that--too long--faded,
I mean. So how do you learn to shine?

She stares back--her loneliness,
her confusion, her shame, and I
try to name it, banish the sadness
by filling it with words or
sighs or signs
something to point the way
a sign post?
flashing light?