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Fin
i miss you
my disappearing
boy
my mysterious
stranger
the other
half
to my
whole
i miss your
words
their shimmering
silence
leaves a gaping
wound
i ache for you
even though
we never
met
my disappearing
boy
why did you
disappear?
.
1/3/15
©Patti Keno
To:SMM
Hair Cut
This desperate desire
for something more
than what is
for something more then what was
taking your hand
and grasping that chunk of hair
that you cut
thinking of all the days it knew
you rub your head
so short now
your head so light
should be easier to think
but then the headache sets in
and you lose your concentration
you lose the silence you
tried to commit to memory
and the voices close in
and the memories rise
to swallow you
in a volcano of emotion
leaving behind nothing
but ash
nothing but a hollow hole
where you once stood
Vesuvius all over again
volcanic eruptions swallow you
in their hot molten lava flow
and you are burnt
nothing but ashes
nothing but ashes and hair
5.29.1
©Patti Keno
Jim W.
It’s been so long since I’ve thought of you
(Am I forgetting?)
It’s been so long since I said your name aloud
(Do I still know it?)
It’s been so long since I laughed with you
(Am I losing it?)
It’s been so long since I cried
(Am I growing up?)
It’s been so long since I heard your voice
(Do I hear it now?)
Only echoes from the past
If you are here you are silent
If you are here you are loved
I love you
forever
7-17-93
©Patti Keno
I cannot let him go
I feel as though he is slipping away
I cannot let him go
Everyday his memory seems to fade
I must remember
I cannot let his memory leave
I cannot let him go
It seems as though he will wink
out like a candle
Never to be remembered
I cannot let him go
7-6-93
©Patti Keno
Dedicated in loving memory of Jim W. Known only as Uncle Jimmy to me. In hopes that he will never be forgotten. James Joseph Wutka 1-13-57–11-30-89
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swallowing back my tears
I search for you
I reach for you
I ache for you
search – reach – ache
I scream for you
whimper want or whisper stay
you are gone
and I miss you
I miss your words
your beauty
your love
one song is all I have
one song
to hear your voice
one photo
to see your face
every night I am the detective
trying to put together
the puzzle
of you
8/5/11
Invisible No More 