Thanks for the kind words

For loss to come
when the rail-light is going.
For the loss sat at the dinner table
and settled into a moment which we lived in for years.
Walking the room, divining for smiles.
If emptiness is a hole then it’s a jagged one.
Or maybe smooth as a cunt at sucking you in.
Living with the fear of sink holes.
Stumbling about fragments of that greater love.
To bring up a child to a whole.
We thank each one for the kind words.