DEBBIE – SIX MONTHS LATER
How can I write of your death
and writing make it real
how can I not and ever hope to heal
How can I write of the crab
without a hatred more than buzzard red
who will at least not eat you till you’re dead
How can my heart and hands be empty
with fullness of gifts I cannot give
How can it be you do not live
How like a vampire do I walk the night
and in a mirror no reflection see
Without a you where is the me?