Five
We were six
Now we are five
I just need something…
Something to focus on
Something other than what was
No memory
No harkening
Can bring him back
We have only what is
Five
But I just can’t quite…
I can’t focus on that.
Now we are five
We were six
I just want one
I want one back
One to be six
Focus!
No, I can’t
The join
The weld
That one
It held us together
Now we are five
And I am breaking
Fading!
Failing…
New Westminster Public Library
New Westminster
Britisch Columbia, Canada, 2015
Sometimes, when the words come, you know what’s coming. That can be good. It’s not always.
I didn’t want to write this. But, I write. To write, I must be loyal to words, to the muse with its story to tell. The muse which chooses me to tell it. So I tell it.