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For Jane, Valentine’s Day, 2016

Poems, Valentine's Day

For Jane, Valentine’s Day, 2016

My heart is colder than the arctic wind
That drives the snow across your quiet grave
And etches deeper scars across my soul.
My heart remains more empty than the corpse
That lies beneath the granite stone that marks
And mars my waking and my sleeping dreams.
My soul aches blood and screams your single name.
The wind tears words and screams apart like dust
And scatters thought like stars across a winter sky.
This winter cold endures. No fire will take
Nor light emerge to fill the empty space
Your end has set about my noisome life.
And yet my love grows stronger—reaches note
And song and dances patterns darkness scans
For meaning. We are light unquenched by death.
All my love, always and all ways,
—Hubby
Editor’s Note: Each year, I wrote Jane poems for our anniversary and Valentine’s Day. It is a tradition I have continued since her death. Yesterday, I read this poem at her grave and left a copy of it there. Normally, I would have left flowers there as well–but with the weather as it is, that seemed a pointless exercise. Instead, I took a heart wreath made of vines and set it in front of the headstone. It has also become my tradition since her death to post the poems I write for her here.

For Jane, Valentine’s Day, 2015

Jane, Poems, Uncategorized, Valentine's Day

For Jane, Valentine’s Day 2015

I weep. The snow encases grief in silent white
Cement that crumbles. Cold ignites the frozen tears
That dry the rotting purpose of silent noisome light.
 
My words are paper matches flung against the starless night
And sunless days of deepest space when all is gone
To less than nothing. Nothing moves and nothing sings.
 
My soul aches silence none can hear or feel or see;
That none can taste or smell or sense. The maggots chew
The sounding strings and chew the echoed body’s boards.
 
Five times this day has come. Five times this day has passed.
For fifty months this salt has seared my days and nights
And tried to cleanse my heart and tried to scald my mind.
 
The snow may fall, the wind may rise, the cold may pierce
And shriek the void; still, dawn will come and I will rise
And sing the song and dance the dance ’til time and space both end. 
 
All my love, always and all ways,
Hubby
I wrote a poem for Jane every year on Valentine's Day and on our anniversary.
I wrote a poem for Jane every year on Valentine’s Day and on our anniversary. I still do.