Poem 9 Revised

Ode to the Lost Boy

I was afraid of the spaces
You would leave for me
Spaces I would fill with false comroderie
and histrionics. But you knew best of all
That I would fill them
And I have.

I’m sorry leaving us is so simple.
Impossible as it is to forget you.
My memories wander as a compass needle
pointing to paper suitors and poor substitutes.
Had you only known you would
–sallow my soul–

Believe me when I tell you there are holes to fill
Heroes to muster, tears to wipe aside.
Believe me when I say:
The bitter rind of you chills me bones.
You once had bones…
But now there are spaces
Spaces to full without you.
But you know best of all.


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