Mourning

~ a poem of grief ~

I take a knife to my skin

And let the bleeding begin

Removing the part of you

That had grown its roots in, I’m

Digging each rhizome up now

Carving my heart out

Into proportional sections

The despair, the desire, the love

And the obsession

May the bloodletting cleanse

My soul of our sins

That of my limerence and

Years of dependence, as well

As your denial, addictions

Manipulation and rejections

I watch the crimson droplets descend

Rivulets of raw emotion running down

My arms, staining my fingertips

Rust colored and reddened

Smelling the iron and regret

Filling my senses,

The way that your touch

And your tears once did.

This is a funeral arrangement

But there is no body to bury, or burn

When the love has died, it’s only

The broken hearts of the lovers

Who know what’s left to mourn.

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