Blues
(For Lucy, my Yorkie (4/27/2008 – 3/31/2022))
I cannot unthink you.
Memories sharpen the knife of pain.
I feel insane inside the walls of sadness.
Inside the belly of the whale,
I’m swallowed down
drowning in this grief.
Wish you could revisit me in dreams.
Wish I could wake to the patter of your nails
tapping along wooden floorboards.
Wish your spirit could have climbed out
of the basket of your body’s deep sleep.
How I wished I could have awakened you.
Absence echoes.
I am a wave crashing onto a jetty,
caught in mist.
I am a lost kite sailing nowhere,
in and out
of this unwelcomed atmosphere.