even the metaphors miss you
©2022 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Michal Mancewicz on Unsplash
even the metaphors miss you
like that word to tie
the other words together
framing images in phrases
like worlds that co-exist
but miss each other
in a universe apart
like missing metal from the deep
drilled bone, leaving the aching
root exposed and no one knows
the sun, the brilliant son
is buried deep–
covered in cloud, dirt-gray
that rains and reigns and rains
but – never fully purged –
retains gulf-streaming stratus
like nimbus brews inside a dark-hued
mood ring, worn on hands too cold to sense
or to reveal the wearer’s status
nimbus can be “a rain cloud” or
“a bright, supernal halo”; you’re no saint
son, but I could not say no hero
i miss your lionheart. don’t miss
the battlefield. do miss lives we lost
(first yours, then mine) in different ways
i miss a child who held my hand
then dropped it
and flew off into the sky
i miss the high of knowing
you were mine –the shine of you–
the still-believing i could get you to the end
it wasn’t true. dear god, i’m missing you
even the metaphors miss you, todd
which metaphor can moan or groan or
scream or even dream you into being
look down at me. i miss your eyes, your smile–
the *every-part-of-you* that i’m not seeing
love is blind; these outstretched hands are reaching…feeling…
find, send me metaphors that write you into being
∞§∞
If this poem speaks to you, you might also relate to You Gave Enough and The Tragedy Lives On.
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Tags: bereavement, childloss, death, grief, memories, mourning
