Eulogy
i laid down on wet grass today
staring at the disappearing clouds
thinking about how you and i
have done something some lovers never could
they could’ve stayed as one, unbroken and forever
but never became themselves and healed
we talk about the rain
but never enough about the wet scars on the pavement
or the grass that end up soaking my jeans
we talked, over the phone at 3 am
choking up to the sounds of the rain to heal properly
but we never talked about how healing is painful too
it leaves behind a dampness
a soreness
not an urge to scream but a need to curl up and be still.
stilling the disquiet from times gone by
and finally, finally feel hurt
on behalf of an old self
younger and deader than myself
who never got around to feel for herself
to heal is to eulogise.
i lie down feeling tenderised like a piece of sirloin
With my hopes shattered, toying the illusions i coined
still i leak bloody tears but my soul feels light
untethered from the sinews of the past for the first time ever
you unweave the web of fibres
that were aged wounds
and those ghost like tendons snap to free me
if there’s any question left
there’s this: how do i remember someone
who freed me from my past
and disappeared from my future?
how do i remember wounds that healed
and scars that were never left behind?
when nothing ever happened and will never happen
whose words does the memory live in
who’s left to trust?