Poetry Corner

Verse and Graphic by Poetetc

Darling One

She used to call it her medicine.

But it only made it poor.

She’d drain the bottle with a tablespoon.

And send me back to the liquor store.

So I put her on a pedestal. 

A mile high where the angels sing.

She tried to fly.

As she touched the sky.

But angels fall when they haven’t got their wings.

Holy Mother.

Chosen Son.

Oh my God, what have I done?

Holy Mother.

Chosen Son.

Send me back my darling one.

She was never bound for Heaven.

But she was always bound to me.

We were the sun and moon in motion.

Til you stole our destiny.

I lit a candle.

Said a prayer.

Wafted incense through the air.

Did you notice? 

Do you care?

Or were you waiting for my soul to tear.

Holy Mother.

Chosen Son.

Oh my God, what have you done?

Keep your heaven.

I’ll keep my sin.

Just send down my darling one, again.

You used to call it your medicine.

The empty bottle by the empty chair.

If you can never come home to me.

I’ll have to find you over there.