Normal

Written on the 1 year anniversary of my dad;s death ( jan. 2008)

Normal



What is ‘Normal?’

They told me

“Things will return to Normal”



“Things?” What is that?

Is it where

I see the empty chair where you sat?



“return?” To come back?

Can “things” ever?

There is no returning, that is a fact.



So, we aimlessly

Walk around

The empty chair, carefully





Some other voice

Whispers your prayer

Sadly, not by our choice



Life goes on

Inching painfully

Through memory of moments gone



“Normal?’ At what cost?

Sorrowfully, I

Can only grieve for our loss



Weak to my core

Unable to hold

You here for a single moment more



Normal exists here no more