A new publication on Medium, part of the Parasol Publications Group, is called Imogene's Notebook. Focused on poetry and fiction, it allows writers like me to explore poetry more than we usually do. I wrote this for my neighbor, who passed away suddenly in Feburary.
Like a thief, breaking and entering without permission
The world stole you away at two in the mronign and all we saw
Was the light of the ambulance, blue-red flashes through our window
Thiking it was your wife who was ailing; but it was you.
We stood there, not wanting either of you gone
Tears came too without permission, but still
We thought we had reason to be hopeful
Closing our eyes and trying to sleep.
A week later we’d see your urn on a funeral home mantel
Knowing your darling would take it home as keeper of your ashes
Not knowing what to say to her as we edged closer
Knowing your darling would take it home as keeper of your ashes
Not knowing what to say to her as we edged closer
We could see the sorrow open her like a coat, digging in.
Read more on Medium.
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