Orion

[Lyric]

I haven’t even started to understand
the words that they told me;
something to do with black ice,
shattered glass and a shriek of metal
against an ancient oak tree at 8:30 pm.
Something to do with you, they say.

Now they want to do what? Put you
in the ground? That’s absurd, it’s freezing
out there, it’s January for fuck’s sake,
what are those people talking about?
Has everyone lost their minds?
I can’t even comprehend this nonsense.

I haven’t even started to understand,
to process the fact that your whiskers
are still in the bathroom sink,
your six-pack in the fridge is only half gone,
and someone is asking me about grave liners
or vaults, rosewood or oak, satin or linen.

I don’t even know who I am right now,
and the stars are still silvering the sky,
Orion’s belt is still blazing, the indent
on your side of the bed is still there,
your water glass is there beside the clock,
and a man in a black coat is talking about God.

I haven’t even started to understand
why I should be grieving. I’m not holding
anything in, I’m not trying to be strong, it’s just
that there’s nothing to say yet. I’m not there yet.
I’m still cooking radiatore at 8:29 pm, watching
for your headlights, like stars in the frosted pane.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear oktoberain...

Oh, WOW!

The denial of the loss...

Powerfully put!

And very beautiful as well...

Thank you...

:cry:

[elleng]

2. Wonderful.

Thank you.