Tuesday 8 June 2010

As-Yet-Untitled

If you are not over it by now you probably should be, but
there are issues with that sort of thing;
how do you know how to grieve for someone you
hardly knew? (would I even have a right?
They did not belong to me)

And if you are not over it by now you really should be, you know
the sympathies of these people have dried-up
(it really would be better if you left us until you are more 'settled')

And your friends do not miss you- Oh, they say they do
(and they mean it, really)
but after a while they forget your way of saying things, or
whether you'd have an opinion on such a matter and
they manage quite sufficiently without you-

it is the same with grief. A piece of your face
is rubbed-out or left in a drawer
and the blankness it creates is replaced with other people
who are nice
(and are you sure you are more settled now? we have never
seen you so sullen)
The overwhelming sentiment is 'We Care. We Care. Let Us Care For You
From A Distance.'

I have become the epitome of grief, a silent judgment against what I was
and what I am.
Yet all I seem to do with my time now is sit and say
I am not, I am not

I am not.

Thursday 21 January 2010

Monday 15th March. 2.39 am.

I would love to say that I understand what you are going through,
but I would be lying; it has always been easy for me
to pretend I've forgotten the things I
said/did/wanted in a moment of weakness

you know I always focus on your bottom lip
(and only your bottom lip-
as if I'm hanging a piece of myself off it)
when you talk.

and as if that were not bad enough, when you blink
your eyes make a wet clicking sound like someone
turning off a lightswitch with a sponge
(and I've always thought you are too thin)

but I wonder if it is bad that I read the things you have written
on the back of old receipts and traced on windows
and ask myself if they are about me.

and I cannot (read: will not)
let it out.

Saturday 16 January 2010

Friday, Date Night.

It was Date Night, so we watched a film, and I
was struck by Those Passionate Embraces,
and I said 'we never have kisses like that;
never feel as if the world would
end if our mouths weren't touching just then'
and you said it was just a film, and anyway we
weren't as attractive as the people in the films
and we've never fucked up against a wall in public
either because nobody does that in real life so what
does it matter?

but I now wish it hurt me more
that I didn't kiss you then.

Thursday 7 January 2010

Last Night

they tell me it can be
a combination of things-
chemical imbalances, a lack of love
during my childhood, or that
I do not love God enough.

I want to tell them it is none of those things-
that I cannot stop thinking about her mouth
and the taste of her name against my teeth.