Coming to terms
I miss him.
His otherwhereness is solid about me.
No longer raw,
I seem whole beyond tearing now, for him,
As I tore then.
But some days, musical days,
A sadness beyond tears hangs in, makes its own void in,
My breast:
I had dangerously given my heart as well,
When I thought I only loved him.
Tia Azulay Jun85-05Feb07
Copyright © 1985, 2007 Tia Azulay
For SDH
any poem with a word like otherwhereness gets my vote – like the sadness “hanging in” what the hell does that mean? it’s got to stop you and make you think
Glad to hear that word’s ok with you, as it crops up occasionally in other poems – I guess it’s a theme of mine.
Very lovely, and very sad.
Thank you!
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