Edvard Munch [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
You would not understand were you still on my side of the veil. I only hope that on your side, you do, and will forgive me for bearing witness. Just as I hope to someday forgive you.
Three AM
you dare scream my name
wake me up
so I see
you, a horror before me
sprawled on the cold floor
And what was I, but a child courting adolescence? Why did you think I could save you? You, who shredded my dignity with every poisoned word from Absolute-odored breath?
Why did you think I wanted to?
Of course, I did. The fact that I could do nothing tormented me, inspite of the impossibility of my making a meaningful intervention.
How could a pubescent boy stop a grown man driven to the edge?
twilight mist
around the headstone
both your names
soon obscured
now you rest so quietly
peacefully, at last
Accept my petunias in the summer, my wreath in the winter. May I lay down the remains of my grief with my next gift. Some day.
Dusk
a fox’s cry
in the dark
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