Our prompt for Day #24 is “x-ray.” I dedicate my poetic effort for today to my mother and father, who passed away two weeks apart in 2007. Sometimes, I wonder if the pain of their loss will ever go away.
MULTIPLE X-RAYS
If you x-ray my heart,
you will see how it bleeds
from an unfulfilled promise
and from unfulfilled needs.
If you x-ray my soul,
you will find that it’s black.
There’s a dark, empty hole,
knowing you won’t be back.
If you x-ray my eyes,
you will see how they cried.
For the tears realize
what they lost when you died.