going to live,
despite<\/p>\n\n\n\n
days I thought I could not
days I thought I should not
days I thought I would not
never wanted to<\/p>\n\n\n\n
work this out for myself
no rule book
no choice
die, cry, dry, lie, try<\/p>\n\n\n\n
back of your throat
behind your eyes
you can’t breathe
tears catch fire<\/p>\n\n\n\n
what would she want?
I loved her
I know she loved me
deep in her eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to be happy?
mustn’t forget the children
more pain than they show
not hoard my hurt<\/p>\n\n\n\n
people called I didn’t expect
people I didn’t know
from unexpected places
became people I needed<\/p>\n\n\n\n
something of her left
in me, bereft
something to cherish
like a plant<\/p>\n\n\n\n
only tears to tie back together
my heart
somehow the seams
hold, must hold, despite<\/p>\n\n\n\n
going to live,despite days I thought I could notdays I thought I should notdays I thought I would notnever wanted to work this out for myselfno rule bookno choicedie, cry, dry, lie, try back of your throatbehind your eyesyou can’t breathetears catch fire what would she want?I loved herI know she loved medeep in her … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3388","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pa867U-SE","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3388","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3388"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3388\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3389,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3388\/revisions\/3389"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3388"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3388"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3388"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Perry L. Powell is a poet, author, and widower who finds it all too easy to stay at home alone with his terrier, cat, ghosts, and memories.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"