The leaves linger.
They've overstayed their welcome,
clinging to tired trees like
drunken party guests;
besieged by the withering wind-
year after year, and they never learn.
Snow hangs suspended
in the quiet night air,
like a secret among old friends.
I tarry at your grave,
amid the hesitating hours,
separating yesterday from tomorrow.
The cold sinks into my bones,
but it can't replace the taste
of regret, or the tone
of the words that never escaped
my quiet mouth-
time after time, and I never learn.
A leaf falls,
snow collapses to its fate,
the sun shatters the shadowed eve.
We will convene again, sweet friend-
I'm sorry for the fight I never started,
and for the words I never said.
Author's Notes:
Depression, like drowning, is a silent killer. It's better to take a risk in a relationship and speak to a friend about their battle, than to just stay polite and pretend it doesn't exist. Confrontation is not always bad; I'd rather have confrontation and save someone's life than watch them wither away in silence. This is a subject close to my heart.
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Red: A Poetry Collection
PoesíaA collection of poems that touch on the red places in life, whether in love, loss, abuse, or betrayal. Some of the poems are fiction, some are non-fiction--all are honest.
