AFTER

AFTER Take her clothes from the closetPlace them in this cardboard box.Leave her makeup there.Don’t touch it.Let it lie as it was just an hour ago.Now close the drawer.Put her bottles of perfume in her roomAnd shut the door.Lonely hearts in empty spaces.Lonely days in crowded places.Filled with useless memories.No comfort in rememberingWhat can no longer be,We whisper silent liturgiesHoping for a mystical resurrection,Those things are not meant for us.We who are left behind pay.Living the rest of our daysSearching for the keyTo this unkind mystery.

— Geremia, Mar 04, 2009

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Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

I have no words Joe

I am just in the spirit of your poem and feel the pathos of it, no need to find any corrections as it feels complete and beautifully said, and final. Oh I hope you can laugh too? Love from Ann

Geremia

17 years 3 months ago

Grazie, nia cara A nna dalla Norvegia

J.B. Longo-Geremia I do laugh -- it is what gets me through :) Joe Beautiful sentiments from you, Ann

yenti

17 years 3 months ago

Longo

It is a sadness of the ages that has visited you, I hope its stay is short, as the old and new year, open the back door and let it out, and then open unto yourself a front door, that holds the beauty of the future, as the now, and to be, no matter how our physical beings are, they are the way our minds perceive others. The Spring is out there growing all new things and I bet that there is a special part of it just for you. Have a lovely Spring as you journey on, remember that we are there with you always, yours Ian.T

Geremia

17 years 3 months ago

Again, such wonderful sentiments

J.B. Longo-Geremia I try to tutn my life experence into something creative-- poetry. There is a Spring, yes. It is jiust hard to find at times, but I am strong and will make my own "flowers,' ,yes? :) Joe

loveyu74848

17 years 3 months ago

ahhh… it does have the

ahhh... it does have the finality to it... such sadness... beautiful...