Crystallize

May 2, 2017

April seems to take
Whatever it pleases
Each year, leaving
Nothing but a long
Empty space where
You used to live.

Thinking back, I see
All the phone calls at
Seven o’clock before
Wheel of Fortune,
Thank you cards, and
Photographs of times
Not to be forgotten.

These images remain.
Memories crystallize
Like golden honey
(And just as sweet)
And pool in the space
Between my lungs.

More than anything,
I know that you loved me.
And we love you back.

MSBQ

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Wake

February 25, 2014

Dark eyes flutter open,
Today was the day;
Black ties and dresses,
Don your somber faces
For now we mourn.
The man buttoned his
Suit jacket carefully,
A wake does not
Call for haste.
Now a slow drive to
The quieter side
Of town, crossing the
Bridge and paying
Respect to those
Who have floated on
Into the ether.

Familiar faces stand
Still, but vibrate
Quietly with tears.
The man gets up,
Wishing to speak his
Thanks and regret,
But none can hear
His whispering.

Alive in every sense
But the obvious.

MSBQ

Camphor & Maple

August 19, 2013

Immediately,
The smell of
Turpentine and
Humid, pallid air
Fills the space
Between us;
A stunning
Casket built of
Camphor and maple
Forces me to
Remember all
Of your faults.

Beneath the
Lacquer and polish
Of fine lumber
You laugh at me,
So quietly that
Only I can hear,
And refuse to
Speak to me
About luminous
Nature and the
End of all things.
Instead, you pry
Me open in an
Attempt to
Remain on this
Plane for just
A moment more.

MSBQ

A Juxtaposition of Sorts

October 12, 2012

There is something innately
Poetic about sitting through
A funeral and a wedding,
(In that order, of course)
That I feel compelled to
Explain the contradiction

Both events are saturated
With faith, just of different
Kinds; both events involve
Large gatherings of family
And friends and former
Acquaintances all in one
Overly-warm room

I think the biggest thing
I noticed was that the way
We spoke about the couple
And the recently departed
Were not vastly different…
We simply want those we
Love to be happy

Is that too much to ask?
A stranger on the street
Could tell you that the
Number of people present is
A much better sign of quality
(Both living and dead)
Than what they did,
Or will do.

I sat, quietly, in each,
Hoping that I am spoken of
So fondly when it will
Be my day

MSBQ

The Funeral

June 25, 2010

Not wholly unanticipated,
It had been the product of
Years and years,
Countless cigarettes and
A hundred and one nights
He couldn’t remember;
Faces from long ago
Gathered en masse as the
Wide casket was lowered,
The dusty stars and stripes
Draped meticulously
Across the top.

Out of the seven of us,
He was the one we didn’t
Expect would ever settle down,
Find a woman, and have a kid.
Now here we all were,
The widow and her son
Standing at the edge…
Terra Pax
I shook the boy’s hand,
And told him that his
Father had been a good man.

We had almost expected him
To outlast us all (to be fair,
Perhaps he still shall in the end).
I made sure to leave before
The twenty-one gun salute.

MSBQ