There is a stillness
All around-
You are gone;
Packed and parceled
In that part of the past
That time holds,
The heart remembers
And the mind tries best to forget.
There is a stillness,
Within these walls-
You are gone
And I remember who I was
Before You became We
And I became the shadow
Of that former self- partly visible,
Kinda remembered, not too clear.
There is a stillness
In my breathing-
You are gone;
No more the compromise and confusion
Of the impossibly different, black and white,
Adults who’d hoped that two wrongs could feel right.
There is stillness
Within me,
I am home.
It’s just me again-
The confusing independently dependent,
Passionate, polite, peaceful,
Bonkers, barking mad boy
Playing at Man,
Slowly rediscovering the sides of me
You’d shun and shoved
Beneath the bed
When our world was far from still.