A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 152

Day 152: “Travel Ritual”

Why is it

That every time I go out of town

I fall apart before

I have to get everything done

And somehow I left everything for the last minute

As I’m writing this

I need to do the dishes

Put my clothes away

And pack

But I think I’ll just watch Secret Lives of Mormon Wives with my boyfriend

I can sleep on the bus

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 145

Day 145: “Gone”

The day I’ve been dreading finally came

We had to say goodbye

Have to go on living

Without her

I don’t know how to do this

How to breathe

How to exist

Without her

Fifteen years

She was with me for my first period

Through high school

My senior year of college

My first apartment

My first relationship

She kept me company

Always

My heart is broken

I found her when I was nine

I brought her home

Fell in love with her

I think she fell in love with me too

Where do we go from here?

How do I function?

How do I live?

I’ll try not to drown

In my ocean of tears

As I listen to the recording of her purrs on my phone

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 143

Day 143: “Wake”

Death isn’t the end of life

For those left behind

It’s not the end of sunshine

It clouds things

But the sun does come out again

It’s not the end of joy

The end of light

The end of levity

It’s not the end of love

Of closeness

Of connection

It’s not the end because there are memories

There is the remembrance of joy

Of love

Of lightness

There was the laughter

That comes back again

When you remember

There is immeasurable pain

That’s for sure

But there is always love