How Poets Say Goodbye

When it is time
I will be done with
all I have
to say in this world.
All you will have of
me
is the writings I left
behind.

 

Untitled Ninety-eight

Didn’t mean to– and no this isn’t a sorry. I wasn’t trying to come off like

that, rude. I–It’s just, connecting is really hard, especially when you feel

alone. I didn’t stop trying though, maybe not hard enough. See, I use to think I

was afraid of connecting to people, now I’m just scared of them leaving. Why

wasn’t the connection strong enough to stay?

— Day Sibley

Haiku’s I Wrote While Having a Good Day At Work

She’s not interested
in saving you
because she
can’t save herself.



R.I.P. Robert Godwin 4/2017

My problem was
never with dying
more so with how
I’m going to.


break me down again
lie and tell me you love me
I wanna be loved.

 

This One Is for You

I miss you Papa (Grandpa)

Day Sibley

Time has passed
Yet I still cherish your warm smile
and those welcoming hugs I hold dearly,
as you whispered words of encouragement
and tender love.
Now in the hands of God and loved ones
they’ll get to experience the very thing
close to my heart.
Until then…

R.I.P. William Carroll
1940–2014


Originally published on October 7, 2015 powerpoetry.org

 

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