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    dots Submission Name: Momentarily Dysfunctionaldots

    Author: Jester_Gesture
    ASL Info:    23/f
    Elite Ratio:    3.41 - 365/459/201
    Words: 258
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       My second-oldest brother Chris is going to a culinary arts college in San Francisco. He left this morning. I kind of didn't get to say goodbye.

    This is just what I feel, and poetry is the deepest honesty of my heart, so please DO NOT bash this poem or tell me how I should change it. Because it will not alter. Thank you.

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    dotsMomentarily Dysfunctionaldots

    I never got to say goodbye.
    You were asleep on the couch,
    and I had to leave early.
    I thought you had to wait for a package,
    you'd still be home in the afternoon.
    I needed that comfort of your presence
    just one more time. Needed your
    sinus-infection-rough voice,
    your burnt chef's hands.
    But five-thirty came and I asked our mother,
    and she said you were gone.
    I did not feel your last embrace,
    could not kiss your stubbled cheek.
    All day I had the hope of a farewell,
    but now I find myself crying
    soil stained, glittering, mascara rivers.
    I go through all your clothes
    and wrap myself in your corduroy jacket.
    I keep my mind inside my head
    with your fuzzy knit beanies,
    keep my heart in my chest
    with blue sailor sweaters.
    I still the shaking in my hands
    while wearing the leather bracelet
    you made for me just today.
    You said you would make it, and you did.
    You always keep your promises,
    about bracelets, and about phone calls,
    and about when you have to move on.
    I am surprised I am so calm about this.
    Distressed, depressed,
    momentarily dysfunctional,
    but I think Christmas will come
    sooner than it feels.
    For right now, just for now,
    you feel so far away from me.
    For right now, always, and forever, however,
    I will need you to be here to tell me
    when I am overreacting.
    I need you to be here to tell me
    that I don't always need you.

    Submitted on 2005-09-28 23:54:11     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I understand I go to school in chicago and my parents and family is in texas so I am not missing one loved one but all. It almost made me cry.
    Keep writing

    | Posted on 2006-04-11 00:00:00 | by BusterLILblock | [ Reply to This ]
      i liked it..the way you put on his clothes to rememeber him was cool..it was a nice write..keep up the good work! :)
    | Posted on 2006-02-08 00:00:00 | by rainbowXrazors | [ Reply to This ]
      this is so bittersweet.. i love how wrap yourself
    in his clothes and wear his hats just to feel him
    near you. i've done that before with people
    i've missed. he sounds like a wonderful brother,
    and you are both blessed to have each other.
    i hope Christmas comes soon for you and you have a wonderful visit!

    take care,
    | Posted on 2005-10-24 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ]
      Aw, so sweet! Seriously, this is totally sweet! Chris would love it tons! If you need a hug, let me know, I'd be glad to give you one! And You know you'll be fine. Christmas will be here before you know it. Until then, he's a phonecall away right? Love ya hon!
    | Posted on 2005-09-29 00:00:00 | by AngelOutlaw | [ Reply to This ]
    Im very sorry for your loss
    you put some tremendous emotion in this piece that i felt reading the entire poem

    I could totaly relate to the lines about getting some clothes of your relative as when i lost my grandma i kept some of her clothes and still have them I will never part with them

    thank you for helping me remember her

    know that in your heart her memory will remain and noone can ever take that away from you
    | Posted on 2005-09-29 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]

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