The phone slips from a loose grip.
Words were missed then some apology like..
"I didn’t want to tell
you this, no it’s just some guys she's known...oh I don’t know the past
couple
of years I guess."
Thank you and hang up the phone.
Let the funeral start.
Hear the casket close.
Let’s pin split-black ribbon onto your overcoat.
Still laughter pours from under doors in this
house.
I don’t understand that sound no more.
It seems artificial like a T.V. set.
Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh this weight it must be satisfied.
You offer only one reply.
You know not what you do.
But you tear and tear your hair from roots.
From that same head you have twice removed
a lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die.
Well ha ha ha.
But I remember everything the words we spoke
on freezing South street.
And all those morning watching you get ready
for school.
You combed your hair inside that mirror.
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry
tears.
Something about those bright colors always
made you feel better.
So now we speak with ruined tongues and the
words we say aren’t’ meant for anyone.
It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing
acquaintance.
But there was once you said you hated my suffering
and you understood and you’d take care of me.
You would always be there, well where are
you now?
Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, the plans
were never finalized but left to hang like yarn and twice dangling before
my eyes.
As you tear and tear your hair from roots,
from that same head that you have twice removed a lock of hair you said
would prove that our love would never die.
As I sing and sing of awful things, the pleasure
that my sadness brings as my fingers press onto the strings you get another
clumsy chord.
Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie.
This weight will now be satisfied.
I will give you only one reply, I know not
who I am but I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears.
Our conversations are circles and always one
sided, nothing is clear.
Except we keep coming back to this meaning
that I lack.
She says the choices were given and now I
must live them or just not live, but do you want that?