Faye, I need to use your words
this morning.
No statement has ever made more sense
than the gaseous courage of your voice.
I can visualize these words.
This scene.
The tandem feeling of loss and
Losing.
What wonders language may create in the
Mortal version of combat.
I wonder if I still have this document
somewhere on my computer,
maybe in a folder marked sad?
Sad is the only word.
Not wearisome
Worrisome
Fearsome
Or unfabulous.
But the standard
Sadness.
This is a rather melancholy poem. Which is interesting because I felt like this poem had a slightly quick pace. I liked that difference in pace and feeling for myself.
Your opening lines are really powerful — that need to have Faye back is so authentic. I feel your sadness and relate to the longing you feel to hear the words of someone who is no longer with you. Beautiful poem.