Wednesday, July 2, 2014

to hear the echoes, and remember

death is like a break

I broke my upper arm
which has healed well,
nevertheless, my muscles still remember
and I cannot yet get back
to the full range of motion I had before,

a death is like that,
I can get back into the normal,
and seem just fine on the surface,
but the muscles of my psyche remember,
there’s a stiffness inside,
and pain bounces around within me: 
phantoms who remind me to hear the echoes
and still remember the breaking loss.

by Henry H. Walker
June 30, ’14

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