I miss your smile I miss your smell I miss the way you set your jaw when you’re thinking hard (or mad) I miss your laugh I miss your joy I miss your hair (the way you flick it when you’re feeling sassy and strong) I miss your faith I miss your friendship I miss the way you say my name when you’re annoyed with me (or pleased) I miss being told what to do I miss The essential essence of (irreplaceable incomparable) You I Miss You
Your Body
“that all of them may be one” John 17: part of verse 21 (NIV) I don’t recognize you anymore I’m out of place Out of joint With you When did the ground shift under my feet And create this angry defiant individualistic I’ll do what I want space that I don’t recognize (or fit) In? When did ‘what you want’ Become more important than What They Need? (consideration, kindness, space, a place) Did it happen so slowly So imperceptible (to my rose-coloured view) That I couldn’t discern it? Did I live in false hope that It Wasn’t Happening? Was it always there? I don’t recognize you Anymore Now I Wait In Silence And Grief And Lament And Hope That you will be restored (getting back to normal won’t do it folks) And I will be able to fully Embrace you Again
The Wound
“With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be.” James 3: 9-10 (NIV) How did I end up in this surgical suite? When I never signed consent? Your unintentional cut wounds and I bleed Sorrow And Neglect Unnoticed
Seeing Sisters
Seeing sisters Doing what sisters do With the easy intimacy of knowing and being known I avert my eyes To guard my heart From the pain Of missing You
Tick Tock
When I wake
I re-calibrate
Because
You're
Not
There.
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