Category Archives: grief

Midnight miss yous

In the still of the night, when all the world holds its breath for a moment, between the flights of stars, of angels, I miss you, my love.

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I remember

I remember everything your hand in mine your lips on mine My hands remember you Every muscle every bone your cheek My lips remember you Lip to lip to skin to beard to chest My ears remember your laugh your … Continue reading

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Perspective

I’m not much of a people person, really, but I would burn the world down for five more minutes in your arms.

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And more

I thought I couldn’t grieve deeper than I have been flayed open to the heart gutted to the bone to the soul of me but I was wrong. My mother just died All those calls since my love passed checking … Continue reading

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Going on without you isn’t living

It’s about putting one foot in front of the other, because I have to. Because there’s no one to do any of this but me. But oh, my love, I miss you. I miss that shoulder to lean against, your … Continue reading

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Rain

The rain is a curtain of silver in the streetlights A hush of rain sheeting all the road And all through it makes the sound of hush In that hush I hear the beating of my heart and the silence … Continue reading

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Moments

/ How can it be two years? It was only a moment ago I kissed that sweet sleepy face only a moment when we kissed and I’d be right back only a moment since we said I love you so … Continue reading

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I do not wear my grief like some worn oversized coat to be teken off when it becomes burdensome. I simply am grief. It is the very marrow of my bones. When I look at my hand my face in … Continue reading

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Him. It’s always him.

We met in 1982, when Steve walked into the old location of Murphy’s Pub. Evie and I were running the open mic. He was the prettiest man I ever saw, with a thousand watt smile, suspenders, creased jeans and a … Continue reading

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Monday Without You

Sitting here, at the table, I think of all those lovely mornings, drinking coffee, you on your ipad, me on the laptop, just catching up on the world before starting our day. I’d reach over to squeeze your hand, you’d … Continue reading

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