Undertow – dVerse Meeting the Bar

– Undertow –

I stand and stare at you
in the moments after you stop living;
there are no more words to say to you,
under my breath.
I can no longer pretend or hope or believe or pray
that you can hear me,
that you can smile somewhere deep inside
at the sound of my voice,
and be glad that I’m with you
at the end.
I resent you for it;
for not saying goodbye,
for cutting free so unilaterally.

*****

So, for me, an unsurprising choice this week, when we are invited to write about the difficult or spicy subjects that we tend to swerve, given half the chance. Death yet again is my theme. The death of my dad. Today in particular has been pretty bad. There’s no rhyme, no reason for it. That’s grief, I guess. Tomorrow will be different, I know.

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28 thoughts on “Undertow – dVerse Meeting the Bar

  1. You show so clearly the ups and downs of a relationship in life and the emotions that are let loose in death. I think most of us can identify with this. Those we love most, hurt us the most. This is so well expressed. Thank you.

    1. Thank you. Liking something quietly sounds so meaningful. It’s ironic that we will all experience loss of those we love and who we are close to, and yet we are still so poorly prepared for its impact. I am sorry for your close links to these emotions.

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