06 April 2012

Jim Heynen (National Poetry Month)

Falling out of Love

Let it be like balding.
Not the daily loss
that seems to be everywhere,
clogging your drain, sticking
to your comb or tooth brush,
staying in bed with your pillow
while you rise, less whole,
to confront the growing absence.

Let it be like balding,
like the moon rising through the forest,
a slow ascent into the night
you find yourself alone,
whole, declaring,
a crisp October sky.

Jim Heynen

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