The last weeks
Have been a lesson
In the geography of loss
Any place I think to go
Your absence is already there
The bed we shared
The back verandah
Built for you
The garden you loved
Now overgrown with weeds
In town I visit cafes
Where you will
No longer sit
Walk past shops
You will no longer visit
Drive through the back streets
Where we used to park the car
To cry and fight at night
Away from the kids
And that one time
Make love
Within a two hour drive
Of this town
There is hardly
A beach or national park
That won’t wonder
Where you are
Next time I go to visit
And in our photo albums
India, Thailand, Laos
England, Scotland, Ireland
Italy, Austria, Germany
So many countries
Whole continents
Empty of you
Closer to home again
The places you lived
After you left
The towns you drove through
On the final day
The end of the empty country road
Where you lay
In the backseat of the car
And waited for the end
And the rocky outcroppings
Between two beaches
Where I scattered your ashes
This is the geography of my loss
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December 11, 2010 at 4:41 am
Tootle
Saadi, your poetry is beautiful.. A tragic loss is in every word you write.. I understand your words too much.. I will check back often, thanks for posting..
January 1, 2011 at 1:54 pm
wayne
thanks for sharing your words……have a great NY
January 1, 2011 at 2:20 pm
liv2write2day
There is so much pain and memory in this beautiful poem, Saadi. I hope we will see more of you. Blessings in the New Year.
Victoria
January 2, 2011 at 2:25 pm
sbpoet
This:
“Any place I think to go
“Your absence is already there … “
January 4, 2011 at 2:33 pm
jeanne aguilar
such a beautiful poem…