Lost Poem by Irene Michele Zarr

I don’t feel right without you
My right hand feels naked
and I can’t think straight.
My fingers ache to wrap around you,
hold you for hours.
I’ve tried to move on.
I’ve tried others
but nothing helps;
Nothing measures up.
Your clip
Your mark
Your touch
Your blood
The tip to my life
the end of my pain.
I’m lost without you.
I don’t know where or how to start.
My notebook is bare
The colors are raw
wrong
None flow as smoothly as you did,
none read my thoughts like you.
Even now
as I write
As I try to spill my heart onto this page,
the pen in my hand sticks,
rolls, falls,
drips, bleeds
burgundy ink onto my book.
Without you, the pages of my heart are blank
Stark white
and light, gentle lines
the red margins
My thoughts are my thoughts…
not my writing.
I can’t even speak without you
between my fingers.
spilling my thoughts
like my blood onto paper.

(November 11,2008. Auburn Hills)