They Tell Me

They tell me, I’m older than you,
You’ll be quick to start life anew.
(Am I that easy to forget?
Don’t you have an ounce of regret?)

They say, you’ll find somebody soon;
You’ll give him the same sun and moon,
You gave to me when we first met…
(Will this darkness be all I get?)

Don’t you think of how I held you,
Of my heart lying beside you?
Isn’t there some love left in you yet
That makes me harder to forget?

Your Calling

He meant nothing to me –

Except he was your father

Who turned you away

For being gay.

You did all you could

And I know you would;

Because that’s who you are.

Suffering teaches you

The value of death.

Seeing you do,

What needs to be done,

Breaking a pot,

Taking turns around the fire,

Lifting the water

And the clarified butter,

Like the body of your father,

Like I had done a few years ago,

Made me weep.

Abscesses linger

Of abandonment.

Wounds that have cut too deep

Don’t allow the momentum

Of life to fall back into joy.

You will leave by morning,

For duty, a calling

And a new suffering,

Time has chosen to employ.

World

I said I loved you

And I brought you into my world

You said you loved me

And later, gave me up for yours.

It just goes to show

What love makes one lose,

When its dimensions

Cannot help one choose.