Skate or Die — a poem about seeking comfort and coming up empty
Skate or Die
The night after he left us, I skated on the shadow side.
I watched the stars spin like teacups in the sky.
The angels serenaded him through staticky airwaves
and I made wishes on every star in sight.
The pain returned when wishes merely dangled,
so many years gone by and then a chance.
I slept through the silence
and missed out on the sunshine,
but after I heard your voice,
I took a dive.
The stars were in the waves this time,
aqua healing points of light.
They swept over me
and I felt almost all right.
But disembodied voices can't soothe each other's hurts
and wishes don't measure up against work.
The path gets longer but it's never too far.
I would walk it for you if you wanted me to.
Instead I'm writing to you
or to the memory of you.
Tears could wash away the blood stains.
Laughter could take the tears.
Unstuck, we could move on
and keep on till we're gone.