The chasm
too deep 
the divide
too wide
best left
looking at
other side 
for what 
is between 
is sadly 
a part
of apart

The frost fell 
overnight and I 
overall thinking that 
overwhelming cold chills 
the warmest hearts
the bed I
protected with blankets 
couldn’t ward off
his silent absence 

I have so
much pain that 
if ever I 
were to speak 
of it I’d
surely drown in
my own life
it’s best then
I think that 
I not and
let it seep
into the ground 
when I’m buried 
closer to Hell
where it belongs 
than to here

I do yearn 
to be young 
if only for 
the license to 
be stupid for 
being older now 
I have the 
wisdom of age 
and the perspective 
of many failures 
oh to once 
again be dumb

What’s left sits 
on the chair
recently empty remember 
now holding up 
some dirty clothes 
and the sink
too and sheets 
all just remnants 
pieces of things 
that once were 
so very important 
but now waiting 
to be washed 
and folded and 
placed away forgotten 
pieces of you
bits of me