Monday, November 9, 2015

Missing Michael (#PoetryMonday *)

My heart, like the towers
               struck by terrorist intent,
       crumbles into burnt dust
every day,
       whenever I think about you,
               whenever someone asks about you.
Whenever I dream of you,
                                   I awaken
               with invisible tears
       and a heart more cracked
than anyone can imagine.
                                   One day
               it may break completely,
               nothing but ashen
               each bearing
your name.

* It's PoMo! To learn about PoMo (POetry MOnday), click here and then scroll down. 

Being estranged from someone you don’t want to be is, well, strange. And painful. Especially when attempts to end the estrangement are rebuffed, the continued estrangement created and fed by half truths, whole lies, distortions. And it’s hard to share the experience. Still, there is the persistence of hope -- hope that one day the estrangement will end. Do you know what this is like? Are you pushing someone away or being pushed away? Feel free to share your thoughts and impressions and similar experiences in the comments. 

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