I still feel the shield.
Though your soft chest cannot
rest underneath my cheek,
I feel that it will "be ok."
The noise outside is overwhelming.
But when I think of your calmness,
your "don't worry" agenda,
I walk to my own beat.
The smooth thoughts run red.
Flickering the light switch,
I tip over from floating
and realize I am not ready.
The lonely heart of mine bleeds.
I know you are near,
I can't help the jolting pelvis
in the dim bed next to your pillow.
Every curve of the road smells like home.
But you are not making the turns;
you are not navigating a life
and that makes me crumble.
'Keep thinking of HIM' I say.
He would want me to get up,
and live my own life;
he would never accept much honor.
But who will break down the bricks?
When my mind blisters,
who will make some sense
out of the complicated mess?
Your mind was so simple,
yet had so many different paths.
I miss your complexity
upon mine.
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