How there have been whole days
spent feeling on the verge of tears
that never surface—a twinge held
in the chest. Pressure behind the eyes.
How it might start with a brilliant
September sky because such a sky
once cracked open and the world
would never be right. How it never was.
How shame is a sunburned face,
humiliation a fever—dread trying
to leave the body through a door
on fire. Any door. How the only way
not to say goodbye is goodbye.
Say I love you. Say see you soon.
Never I’ll miss you. Never don’t go.
How calendars stack up faster than
hard drives, faster than winters of
blankets and a forest of silent
Christmas trees. How I have searched
for the ghosts of people still alive.
Not their ghosts, but our distant history
and never future and oh
please not goodbye. Not that.
It is not a wasted life, this
searching for the words.
Jonathan Everitt
Jonathan Everitt’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Laurel Review, Passengers, Stone Canoe, BlazeVox, Scarlet Leaf Review, Small Orange, Impossible Archetype, Ghost City Press, The Empty Closet, Lake Affect, and the Moving Images poetry anthology, among others. His poem, “Calling Hours,” was the basis for the 2015 short film, Say When. Jonathan has also led a workshop for LGBTQ poets and co-founded the long-running monthly open mic, New Ground Poetry Night, in Rochester, N.Y., where he lives with his partner, David Sullivan. Jonathan earned his MFA in creative writing from Bennington College.
Wow!
Good poem
Love your work
Gail