I lost him because I lost my words. A cruel trick. The universe’s surprise and utter betrayal. How could I, who agonize over the simplest word choices, take days to craft a message, and that message set him against me, sever all ties? Lost my words. Lost that moment, that place of comfort, safety. Lost what felt like the last chance. Lost. He told me that once, during our time apart, he’d had a dream. Saw me walking and stumbling, not blind, but slightless all the same. What does he see now?
Yeah, that one’s not really working. That one kind of sputtered and died before I got my notes typed. It had been rolling around in my head most of the morning, but by the time I sat down to write, whatever was good had found its way out of my confines and off to more fertile, skilled terrirtry.
Are you writing poems this month? Where can I see them? Let’s share this craziness!
As I did last year, I’ll be following along with the Poem-A-Day challenge at Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog. Today’s prompt is to write a damage poem. You can post your daily poems on Brewer’s page. The top poem from each day will be included in an anthology later this year!