I cannot write a decent goddamn sentence when you’re not close.
The words just don’t come out right when I can’t rip off your clothes
And strangle your body until everything’s written about, everything’s touched.
I was burning alive when they dragged you away but the people simply watched.
Can’t pull myself together for another second. I need to hear you think.
Never been able to look into somebody’s soul, but I do see yours – unless you blink
And tear it all up with not so loving notes on how I’m not rational. Again.
When they dragged you away, a part of me whispered: “Amen.”
But when it comes to obvious things and stating the facts, it’s simple –
Have loved you since the day you smiled at me one morning. Threw away my wimple.
It sounds dumb, let’s not pretend I ever sound wise speaking of you,
Yet – if I never wrote about your eyes, none of my writing would be true
As each time I sit down to create a tiny graveyard made up from words,
My chest aches. “Write “I love you” a hundred times. Until it no longer hurts.”
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 