walk
stumble
straighten
walk
into his house
first thing noticed
his sneakers,
right where he left them
where he always left them
his collections
his music his son his wife
his favorite chair
his favorite chair
but no him
the air thick with his absence
heavy with the silence
of his laugh
clouded with the dimming
of blue blue eyes
sneaking glances upstairs
round corners
listening listening
straining
for something
of him
leaving his house
crippled with sorrow
bent into older age
by the weight 7 -1 = 6
burying my wet face
in the sleeves of my coat
fragrant with Stevie's smokes
[ For Stevie / beloved brother and friend ]
sneaking glances upstairs
round corners
listening listening
straining
for something
of him
leaving his house
crippled with sorrow
bent into older age
by the weight 7 -1 = 6
burying my wet face
in the sleeves of my coat
fragrant with Stevie's smokes
[ For Stevie / beloved brother and friend ]
wow Di, Amazing tribute this is exactly how it felt. I myself found myself looking around for him, wanting also to give him a hug for the sorrows we all were experiencing. <3 Kathryn
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ReplyDeletelove
mentor
pain
laugh
memory
sorrow
know this... he may have left the room
but he is all around ((Hugs ))
may you feel it in those moments when sorrow is all around
may you remember the laughter
the joy
the love
Kathryn: Thank you for your comment and for your much-appreciated help these last two days x
ReplyDeleteJune: Thank you from my heart x