annamarie

hi i would love some feedback on these poems...
i wrote this after going through the funeral of someone i loved. its like a list of all the little routine things we must do even in times of tragedy to keep the order. its called losing you.

There are no words
just shocked silence that can't be filled
and constant tears that threaten to spill
there are phones to ring and people to tell
the knocking doors with their mournfull bells

and heaving sighs
and tentitive smiles
all gathering round
without a sound
and awkward hugs
and tea filled mugs
and swollen eyes
and wondering why

and that one moment when you wake up and you dont remember for a second

but still. there are no words.
just cards and floweres
and tick tocking hours
sweet whispered prayers
crying its not fair!
and pats on backs and shakes of heads
rigid, textbook comforts to be said

and a million hands reaching out to hold mine
and me just wishing
that one
was yours.