A Poem: “A Long-Awaited Burial”

May 28

Here lies my pattern of codependency.

I bury you under dirt

And softly flowing yellow flowers.

I kneel at your feet,

Where you lay in repose

Solemn, and at peace.

Or is it I who is solemn?

For I can feel you as a part of me,

Once so strong, and true, and real,

Now gone and shaded

Underneath a billowing tree.

I cry for your loss;

I feel my own feet digging in

To soft brown earth,

There almost a desire to step back in.

But it is no use;

You have been laid to rest.

I suppose I may visit upon your shores,

Stand still in the wind and sun,

On days when I feel most alone.

But for now I smile,

For I feel you are glad

To know that I am whole again,

To see me wild,

And floating, carried by the next wind,

To hear me thankful, laughing,

Holding a flower to my chest.

Note: I listened to “Sick of Losing Soulmates” by dodie while I drew the art for this blog.

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