grandfatherwhose cheeks were mazesgrandfather4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
worn from silent tears,
wrinkles nests like homes
burned through and lived.
whose mazes I discarded apathy
into - into December nightmares
of trenches filled with snow-screams,
God only present in the miracle of an inch.
"I thought you'd be around [to speak them] forever."
He's beneath the flag...and I hope
he smiles, beneath Mable-colored
fields of whatever heaven is...
and I hope God loves him more
than I do--did.
(and a ghost-
lip later, only God
knows if you heard me)
LoveIt was born with youLove4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and with you
It broke me in two
then assembled me