Poem #2

        

      Your death has

split me

wide open,

I am gutted

like a  steer

freshly slaughtered.

Your death

has spared me

nothing

in horror,

in terror.

in guilt.

What I didn’t expect,

had no way

of knowing,

was that the

depth I

plummeted

would

also find

new depths of

living

&

loving

&

laughter.