Mar 21, 2011

Losing You

Losing you
Should have been
Hands slipping from a rope
Sudden, and swift, caught by surprise.
An endless torrent of confetti
In a ball room, with a kiss by your bride.
Losing you
Should have been
Careening torturously down a slippery slope
Sickened and clammy, in a hospital bed
Cold and alone, crashing waves against a jetty.
Losing you should have been
Blood everywhere, sirens on the road side,
But it wasn’t.
Losing you
Was
Hearts giving up the hope
In a kitchen with tired eyes
Over plates of half eaten spaghetti
When I said I was fine, and lied.
Losing you
Was
Just silence on the car ride
When
Losing you should have been
A phone call in the night.
Prayers and tears, while looking down
At you, with a handful of dirt
In a wooden box with flowers.
Losing you should have been
An ending at the cemetery
With a sermon and a stone.
But it wasn’t.
Losing you was
Subtle and slow
The same old fight
Hiding a frown
From you, pretending it didn’t hurt
As we wandered aisles for hours,
Arguing about dinner at the grocery.
Losing you was
The search for a box of cheerios,
A return with an offer to wash the dishes,
This time, anything to keep from
Losing you,
Only to find I was alone.

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