Wednesday, April 2, 2014

April 2 poem 2

traveling without headlights
the way home is a muscle memory
turn left, turn right and follow the road

home is in the cul de sac

always

bad news use to be an announcement
shared from one person to another

a ringing phone
and a Daddy lost

a morning bathroom break
and a best friend gone

but technology shatters the soft cushioning
of; "I'm so sorry but they are gone."

while your parents worried over telling you
a social media post broke the news of your friend's
chosen journey to death

and

suddenly I was traveling without headlights
counting on my muscle memory to carry you

1 comment:

  1. Wow! Would it be too strange to tell you that I could feel your poem?

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