DAYS ARE LONGER by Jeffrey Littrell

 

my muse

everyday you seem further away

more gone than the day before

 

my eyes

have grown vacant

and cold since your passing

 

my love

is like a pail of water

that I spill into the dirt

 

my heart

a pump no longer primed

with valves rusted shut

 

my journey

a labyrinth of turns

testing my sufferance

 

there was nothing

no farewell,

no sweet kiss goodbye

 

I lie here

my heart calcifying

trying to recall every detail about you

 

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About digthroughlife

I am a fifty-three year old poet who also writes fiction. I worked twenty-three years for the USPS, though never enthusiastically. I am a member of French Writers Worldwide and have had several poems published in French and Spanish. I hold strong opinions on music, film, and human rights. Some of my influences are Charles Bukowski, Arthur Rimbaud, Dylan Thomas, Leonard Cohen, Tom Waits, Bob Dylan, Sylvia Plath, W.B Yeats, Bob Marley, William Blake, and Hunter S. Thompson. I'm an avid fan of the New York Yankees, Oakland Raiders, and Indiana Pacers. I like traveling by car. I enjoy seeing rock and alt-country bands in small venues. I hold a black belt in Taekwondo, but no longer spar due to injuries incurred in a motorcycle accident in 2005. I play acoustic guitar. I love Crown Royal whiskey and California Kush. Women are both the bane of my existence and all that sustains me. I believe strongly in the power of love and heartbreak. View all posts by digthroughlife

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