This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
ODD KENThis ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
ODD KENEither the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
ODD KENI knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.
ODD KENSorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
ODD KENMaybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
ODD KENI’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
ODD KENThese sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
ODD KENI’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
ODD KENSometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
ODD KENThere’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.
ODD KENGive everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
ODD KENJust as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
ODD KENOften times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
ODD KENI can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.
ODD KENLike a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
ODD KENPerhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
ODD KEN