Her laugh her giggle
Her chest her wiggle...
My head hurts as the pain falls
Like a white rafting canoe...
Do you know what
phantom pain is? It's the twitch...
I simmer the onions,
cut the pepper and mushroom...
I still hear a pitter patter and think of you
But I no longer look for you...
Hands feel like ice;
clasped together tightly...
You left with no warning.
One day here and the next not...
It's almost time for your funeral, my little...
and though it's too far away for me to be there...
My heart is empty; my soul is divided.
I am but a hollow shell of my former selves...
When my mother first saw a picture of him,
she gasped in wonder at his beauty...
If time shall prove you breathe whilst I cannot
And that same gentled breath need mourn for me...
You assured
You woudn't leave...