CRESTED

CRESTED
12/96

I’m guilty
I have noticed what was gone
Not cherished what was there
And absence becomes obstruction
Like a fallen structure
What was there?
Tear it down for a better view
Of what?
Of what I left behind?
Nothing hurts like absence
I feel so crested
I notice missing years
I always thought they would stand there self evident
Things in my horizon
I cannot bitch
I am holding the dirt
Yet crying about the hole
You can’t just put it back
You always end up with extra dirt
Or mud
Wet from crying
I’m muddy
I’m Crested
I’m Guilty