sarahg

"the world was calling you away
and your leaving was just a way
of staying with what you'd come to say"

this pain was a poem slowly written
torn from the book
and cast into a corner of the attic
where no one could look

this rage for all to see
caught fire and burned all around me
`til there was nothing left to burn

now I stand alone in these attic bones
and re-read that poem
all yellowed with age

tears heal - such as healing is -
so I cast that page into the ashes

and there is no blame...
only shades of regret
and those too will fade

as the world calls me away