NOT READY

Not ready to ‘START’ missing you... Not
ready to ‘BE’ missing you
Not ready for an empty bed... Not
ready for the ‘SILENCE’ No response to
what I said...
Not ready for empty arms...when I ‘LIVE’ for your embrace... Not
ready for the emptiness a quiet house presents...
Not ready for the loneliness...my scared heart resents... Not
ready for ‘Widow Weeds’...and all that it portends
We taught each other how to ‘live’ through everything we know... And now
you are preparing me...for the time when you will go... You leave me so
full of us...the glory and the joy
No matter what...you’ll always be...my very favorite boy... You had me
in the prime of youth...my body and my soul... And yet it was my
‘roaring mind’...you said that you adored...
In all the time...immense...we spent...not once...were we EVER...bored... ‘BORING’...is a
sin...I said...
A place we’ve never been... You so complete me...I pray... Life...does not
deplete me
Sophomoric prose...don’t think...it’s so beneath me...