GRIEF Poem: Leave me Alone, by Heather Cameron

Can this be my plea to the gods who took you so young?
Because I don’t want to rage on into the night
As I have done on the nights before
This black-as-death, moonless one.

I don’t want to console myself with some
God-forsaken belief that there was meaning in any of
The suppurating wounds that held
Your brokenness together.

I don’t want to praise all that you were,
And the rest that I imagined you to be.
I don’t want to liken your demise to a setting sun,
Or some other ridiculous ending, to make meaning

Of a rendered wound that is utterly, brutally senseless.

There is nothing in this cold night sky
But a splattering of white smeary stars,
Not one of them bright enough to pin you to.
You are nowhere in the blackness. You are beyond finding.

And yet, you are in me and over me,
Under me and through me; my aching knows your touch.
Damn you. Leave me alone. Don’t go.
Leave me alone. Don’t go.