Be The Verb

when we lost

our son

we lost

each other

~

we were shells

empty

hurting

voids

~

different ways

of grieving

disconnected

us

~

our raw pain

forced unrealistic

expectations

upon ourselves

~

feeling

emotionally abandoned

unable to help

heal

~

I’m sorry

I let you down

when you needed

me

~

I’m learning

to forgive

myself

~

be the verb

~

Heart Ache

postpartum

spontaneous coronary

artery dissection

~

I held our newborn

watching you

~

surrendering, she asked,

“what’s this all about?

closed my eyes, sighed,

“become comfortable in doubt.”

~

tubes, machines

fast-forward-etch-a-sketches

seismographic skyscrapers

~

so hard

to talk

much easier in code

~

Heart Ache

Heart Ache

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