Loss – Dayna Lang

Closet Shelves

I sit in the room where it happened And I stare down the wall No photos left No paintings Just holes in the dry wall. I stare at empty closet shelves And try to wrack my brain There must be more To say or do There has to be a way. I wrote and wroteContinue reading “Closet Shelves”

I want to put you into paper

I want to put you into paper to keep you here, in this space – Out of my brain And into my life. I want to postpone your ending – To glue you to pulp with pen So memories remain Static and still – Fragile and delicate, Like the signature on a will. I wantContinue reading “I want to put you into paper”

My Own Eulogy

Can I write my own eulogy? About how kind I tried to be, Failing and flailing Always re-arranging. I want to say how I cried And of often I dried off Around trees and streams In old sunlight beams. I was often too sorry. I was often over worried. Too sore to smile well, HidingContinue reading “My Own Eulogy”

The Wreckage

I’m in the wreckage And all it can do Is hurt me. I will go through And I’ll keep going. The world doesn’t stop spinning For one family’s shit. I am already diving – Finding treasure in the pit. It is glowing.

Heartbreak Smells Like Flowers

A screw can’t come lose Because I’m not a machine. But I always wake up tired – Headaches when You smile – Now I’m Scared I might get fired. Late for work – Inconsistent hours. This is what it’s like When heartbreak Smells like flowers.

I thought I saw you in the stars last night.

I thought I saw you in the stars last night. I called your name; But then I remembered You’re not coming home; And stars lie. They trick our eyes; But I still like seeing you In the night sky.

Pacific Ocean

Take me home. I’m tired, I’m burnt down. The patience needed to navigate your world Is exhausting. The pacific grey area in your mind Is too large to cover. It’s too deep to change. And I have clung to your horizons like I was going to drown in mine. But I’m fine. And I wantContinue reading “Pacific Ocean”