Some things I never touch
in this house, I try not
to stir the hurt
Most times its unavoidable
looking for some
lost thing, and find
the pills that gave me hope
that my friend, my dog
would live a long life
only to bide my time
until he died.
Finding an earring under
the bathtub, knowing whos
lovely ear it once adorned
and how she destroyed me
in her own lovely way.
Finding notes from lunches
she packed so lovingly
for me (sentimental fools keep everything) .
Pictures freeze moments in time
and finding them brings back the
moments as well as the hurts
of what might have been.
Finding her coarse black hair
still in abundance, and remembering
her scent, as intoxicating
as Everclear, yet knowing it also
brings insanity and total abandon.
Yes, I try to avoid those places
those remnants of my
collections of hurt.
Samael Wolf
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/collections-of-hurt/
