Of all 
the people 
who I’ve 
ever lost
in life 
I miss 
him most 
my nights 
became longer 
my clouds
grew thicker 
flowers lost
their bloom
and laughter
its glee
the day 
he died 
nothing was
is or 
will be 
ever as
bright again 

It’s hard to 
imagine a storm
any worse than 
the tempests I
have already survived 
for those furies
as curiously furious 
as they were 
the rains that 
they brought only
ever saturated me 
from my eyes 
down to chin

I’m not sure 
if it’s him
or it’s me
but both of 
us runs away 
funny thing about 
backs is that 
they can never 
see the other 
or where he’s 
going going gone
in order to 
find him again 
I’d rather this 
be tug-o-war drama 
drawing us closer 
than this hide-n-seek

I wish that 
I’d just forget
for this ignoring
is like heartburn 
must I avoid 
all things similar 
music fragrance places 
please tell me 
that the acid 
will not erupt 
if I step 
closer get closer
to again love 

Letting go’s different 
than letting be 
be implies an 
always having been 
go implies having 
been once caged 
freedom does not 
belong to captors 
clutchers or keepers 
things meant to 
be can never 
be anything but