If
he were not already gone
Would I have even thought
To talk to you?
Would these feelings have been hard to navigate?
The want,
The enjoyment
Of something normal
I would have had guilt about it
If
he were still
In the way
If
But,
he is Not
Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
If
he were not already gone
Would I have even thought
To talk to you?
Would these feelings have been hard to navigate?
The want,
The enjoyment
Of something normal
I would have had guilt about it
If
he were still
In the way
If
But,
he is Not
New,
For we have been 365 days around the the sun,
New,
For we are still here bathing in a star’s warmth,
New

Come green,
Come new,
Come tender buds,
Come melt to show infant blades
Come rebirth,
Your Winter labor has been long,
Arduous,
Awake goddess,
Your time has come
To welcome back the birds,
To sing awake the rest
The sun now rests much later,
To let the children play,
Come great Spring
To take over for your sister Winter,
Her time has come to sleep
Come Spring,
And bring with you
The warmth of sun
And longer hours,
And the hope restored,
We have all been waiting for.
Washing away
The dirt and decay,
to replenish,
After all that has accumulated
Of stresses, of strife,
Of blood and tears
Wash, clean the soul,
To see better,
feel it anew
To find beneath
The real you
9/5/2018
You are thread,
woven,
That snag, tear,
fuzz, stain,
Just created
a brand new
Form of life