Separation
I stare through the rear window as
the car begins to move away
with tears running the gamut of my
face my body trembling and wet with
sweat
I choke with anger as the contempt
for this separation grows deep
I wail and I wail
It is then that the memory of her tear
filled puffy red eyes as she is cloaked
in a moment of sadness
is imprinted on me
and I became a broken child
on a journey to a world that seemed
to be without conscience
for no longer could I be her
protector and me the center of her
attention
as the weeks turn to years the years
to decades
a bitter emptiness haunts me
for when I search my memory
nowhere do I find ever saying
the goodbye word
to my little sister
and I cry
Earl S. Jackson
Mar 1996
Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved
Poetry by Earl Jackson
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Written on 2006-08-21 at 04:54
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