James Diaz writes

The Fall Out From Here

It hurts me to know 

sometimes that I've lost 

all the daylight in my bones 

that when I call 

you won't pick up 

and the words that you don't say 

cut me just as deep 

as that old table top  

with the jagged edges 

we called our own 

little metaphor for  

standing still 

how getting there 

also means not getting there 

and when I think of you now 

I think of what it means to love 

without knowing how things will end 

and how what we don't know  

is its own little blessing.

 

Two Piece Reclining Figure No. 3 -- Henry Moore