About Not Letting Go

I always try to find

the tiniest bits of you

in those who cross my path

Unable to say goodbye to you

even if your holy bones

weathered by these six frosty winters

deny they're YOU

I'm consumed

by the never-ending process

of recreating everything 

that was you

The lachrymose pillow

that broke down and wept with me

last night

when I told her

I'd forgotten your face

hardly raised her voice
above a whisper

to tell me she could see

even that minuscule scar 

slightly below your left eyebrow

so clearly in my eyes

She made me smile

She understood

She's a friend


Have a lovely weekend, everyone! Listen to this if you want.