In Loving Memory Rickie Lee Hawthorne
(2014)
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back