one can speak of a broken heart in terms
of love lost, of hate found, of desperate want-
and we pass through pages upon pages of
poems dedicated to the demonstration of a
certain perfect acuity upon the matter;
and yet for every single one i've ever
encountered, the same basic thought
runs through them all:
emptiness will take you if
you let your guard down long enough;

i am not the first person
who has had a mother who is
dying,
and i am not the first person
to be at a loss for understanding;
i am not the first person
who has abandoned god
in a preemptive manner,
nor am i the first person
who has felt validated for it,

but in my experience,
it has never been like this before;
so please forgive me
if this sounds a little sad-sack.

07/10/2007

Posted on 07/10/2007
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