Five years today
Like a milestone of underlying sadness
The tide rolls in and I’m caught in the waves
Pulled beneath the undertow
When the absence is the new norm
The tears fade and you become a whisper in the peripherals of a world that moves on without you
But you are still a scream to me that echoes in the silence of undying memory
Lost in a recurring nightmare, I close my eyes again
I dream of you and wake to the loss
My mind caught in a loop that seeks to deny the reality I face everyday
When it’s become all too common, I learn to cope with this
Time is not a miracle worker
I cannot find healing here, I just learn to tolerate bleeding
Thoughts seep like blood from scars that reopen beneath the surface
I try to speak to utter the vibrance of the beauty that is you
But my words are colorless in the expression of what pales in an aim to convey your essence
Why aren’t you here?
My heart haunted by unanswered questions like a suspect on trial
Interrogations of the mystery of what fails to add up
When every answer fails to suffice the longing
While I pretend to rejoice at the thought of a place after this one
But here and now all I feel is the theft of a present moment like the winds knocked out of my lungs and you are a breath that I can’t catch
A part of me has died with you
Count up to count downs, when age is life in decay
Further from the you in the past
Closer to the end that marks a parallel existence
I remind myself that we will meet again on the other side of this
Yet even so the comforts of a thought hardly sates the thirst for your presence that won’t be quenched this side of heaven
So I write these letters I send across the void like a message in a transcendent bottle of prayers
In this catharsis of poetry I scrapbook a patchwork of words to dress my vulnerability in the adornment of the will to endear
Making sweet of the bitter in the thought that my love speaks beyond the grave that my heart might catch your ear
Echoing the resonance, digging up the depths of all I miss
Remembering you as I hold on to both the joys and the heartache of the ways I reminisce…