I went to my day job,
went out to the yard,
the field,
and dug a hole.

A hole as large as a casket.
I buried their loved one today.
Put that dirt back in,
on that solid grave.

I found the place where I hurt most.
My vacant hole, I dug a lasting plot.
Fill it in with your deepest and darkest secrets.
Whisper in my ear and make the dust settle.

I miss you, more than ever.
I hardly know you, in the present.
I miss you, today and tomorrow.
I miss you in my heart, lost at sea.

I went and did what I had to do,
went to do the work and stand in line,
approached the counter,
and ordered a twenty-four hour stomach ache.

An ache of butterflies,
I swallowed all the women one by one.
Put that net out,
in that blue sky.

I found a trace of your scent on my inner sleeve.
My black long-sleeved, freshly cleaned, pressed.
Comfortable under my chocolate house.
Listening for you calling my first name.

I miss you, more than ever.
I hardly know you, in the present.
I miss you, today and tomorrow.
I miss you in my heart, lost at sea.

I went down and kissed,
up and down your hips,
the beauty,
and found Eden.

A bayonet lies next to my bed.
I stay still, without motion.
Hiding my emotion,
not even a tap of spine will make me love.

I found a kiss no more bound against my lips.
My lips now empty and dry.
Looking for you under pilgrimage gardens.
Finding you in the bottom of the grave.

I miss you, more than ever.
I hardly know you, in the present.
I miss you, today and tomorrow.
I miss you in my heart, lost at sea.


© 2004 David Greg Harth
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