Sunday, last week.

10 Aug

when it was ok

the shoes you wore, older black

didn’t matter. They were just shoes.

Today, this grey day

they’re a trip you took without me

a place your hands touched that wasn’t me.

 

That house was just a house until

a few days ago

aging creaking siding peeling.

Today, this moment, it’s a shrine

to lives which began there, flourished

even if it only was for seconds.

 

My hands were just hands

not so long ago

til I remembered your lips on my fingers

the hard temperature of your palms

how they lingered.

 

My heart, well

not so long ago it

floated out for you, buoyed by love and pleasure

safety and the ragged beams of us.

Now, it’s just another place you aren’t.

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7 Responses to “Sunday, last week.”

  1. karriew August 10, 2008 at 5:28 pm #

    This is really beautiful.

    Wrenching, but very well-written

  2. Missy August 10, 2008 at 6:32 pm #

    Amen.

  3. humwawa August 10, 2008 at 9:17 pm #

    This is so touching, and sharp, and so eloquent about love and loss and the physical reality of both.

  4. jenny August 10, 2008 at 9:49 pm #

    Beautiful – I am sending you warm and positive thoughts at this difficult time.

  5. Eden August 10, 2008 at 10:43 pm #

    Do you ever think about sending these things to journals?

  6. Bon August 12, 2008 at 10:11 am #

    i know this is late, and a part of you is perhaps past the place you wrote this…damn, it’s beautiful, Thor.

    just noticing the art in the midst of hell…wanting to compliment where i can’t comfort.

  7. Dragon August 16, 2008 at 12:54 pm #

    This, like everything you write, is incredible.

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