a heart is like a hammer

nobody told me

your spine was brittle

made of crisp straw structure

hollow through the center

and your eyes were clouds

stormed with rain

just waiting to fall,

first tears leaking the flood

and your heart was flat,

the beating of depression

had lulled it to a bass line

of muted notes

nobody told me

to love you would kill you

and the touch of my heart

would bring a hard hammer down

(5-7-5)

shade me shallow, peace

comfort by your tender side

cesious canopy

 

 

vacancies

all around me now

just empty spaces

 vacancies

 everywhere

the places you used to be

from the corner of my eye

in peripheral vision

there in a reflection

here as i stare

just empty spaces

all around me now

 vacancies

 everywhere

catacombs and graves

its wasted time

some say its wasted time

but they haven't written a word 

they haven't struggled over 

the placement of a comma 

they don't know the difference

between “a” and “the”

they haven't searched for a vein

to insert the pen

to pull out the blood

to write with their life on the line

... i wrote the words “ i love you “

and i still haven't recovered   

on a Sunday morning

i woke up today with something to say

but you were not here to hear it

i wanted to say “ Good-morning “

and kiss your lips

and stroke your hair

i wanted to say “ What did you dream? “

and laugh or cry

and smile with you

i wanted to say “ I love you “

and have you say it back to me

  its Sunday morning

  its 10:35

  but you are not here

  

  just a yawn

  and silence