In Memory of Joe Cocker
Today I pass the time reading
a favorite note from you, and
saying our acronym over and over.
It feels like hearing you
call my name, from a dream,
again and again. Yasbtm. Yasbtm.
I lie on my back on the bed and say it.
I drum the syllables on the pillow.
I see your secret code of affection
in the pattern on the ceiling tiles.
Yasbtm.
I stand at the sink,
toothbrush in hand,
and say it, my mouth full--
I dare not spit.
l smile our secret and swallow.
And when outside I stoop to
write the letters in the snow:
Yasbtm
I say it, trying to remain as beautiful
as I was when you sent Joe
as a messenger the first time--
trying to be the same as when you left.
And everytime I say it, I feel the
excruciating pressure of knowing
that I'm not the same: I'm no longer
so beautiful. You left and took
that part of me with you.
By: Evelyn Augusto
#poetsout @evelynaugusto2012
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