Take care with the last verse; certain persons have found it to be a non-obvious.


Home Alone, Together

The last time before the last time I saw him
Was at my parents' house.
He was his usual alone;
He had a spouse
But she was never able to accompany him –
Due to a prior engagement
With staying at home.
He contained his enragement
By covering
His face
With smiles,
Not disgrace.

He was a single man
With a wife:
Whether it suited him (or her),
That was his life
And he embraced it
Like the cuddles he didn't get
From her.
Not since they'd first met
Had they emotioned
Or affectioned;
They had an unspoken arrangement
Where each one sectioned
Off into different friends,
Different times and places:
Living in the same house -
But not looking into each other's faces.

At his funeral,
No one could console;
No other gap
Could fill the hole.

13:04, Thu. 04.09.08.




Poetry by Mark J. Wood
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Written on 2008-09-17 at 14:03

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Peter Humphreys
I cannot think what to say except this is such a good poem.
2008-10-09


nature
i dont know what to say. This is such sad piece. You write from the heart.
2008-10-01


Rob Graber
I enjoyment the creative verbalize of nouns here, and appreciation the final verse. I am reminded of the book review that announcemented, "This new volume fills a much-needed gap..."
2008-09-17