I read the last lines
of a book so big
it took two hours
for me to realise
I’d finished it.
Laying, naked
but for the cover of a bare bulb
solitary tears snake
down my face and neck,
soaking
into the crumpled sheets
that wrap around me
like a coffin cover
as I sink into the mattress.
My thoughts slow down and return
to her funeral,
the tears I restrained
now strain my guts
as I remember how
I felt your life’s energy
move from wooden box
to solemn ash tree
which harbours
the mined souls
from two hundred years of death.
Each fading, yellowing leaf
a post-it note
from wherever they lay now…
I read the last lines of a book,
and I remembered your death
on my birthday.
of a book so big
it took two hours
for me to realise
I’d finished it.
Laying, naked
but for the cover of a bare bulb
solitary tears snake
down my face and neck,
soaking
into the crumpled sheets
that wrap around me
like a coffin cover
as I sink into the mattress.
My thoughts slow down and return
to her funeral,
the tears I restrained
now strain my guts
as I remember how
I felt your life’s energy
move from wooden box
to solemn ash tree
which harbours
the mined souls
from two hundred years of death.
Each fading, yellowing leaf
a post-it note
from wherever they lay now…
I read the last lines of a book,
and I remembered your death
on my birthday.
This poem was inspired by the Patti Smith book 'Just Kids' click here to buy it or have mozy: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Just-Kids-Patti-Smith/dp/0747548404
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