if not for blue salt
i would not know blackness of ice
that wipes all shiny memories to paper blankness
if not for the polar vortex
i would not know the limits of my sadness-
in all ways, your absence is sharper knife that i can not hold
if not for the stillness
i would not know how powerful your
death wish is, between goodbye & falling asleep
if not for the last breath
i would not know mercy, kissing your brow
wishing nothing more than whole white sky to cover your eyes
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar Positively through Negation - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
