I Was Thinking Of Alan Rickman

One of my favourite actors, Alan Rickman, recently passed away.

This poem is a summary of the day I’ve spent trying to process this.

I Was Thinking Of Alan Rickman

when the clouds swept in, a fleet of blue bellies, a swelling
stain across the sky

when you bent over my body, heavy with need, words
lost in the shadow of rain

when grief circled my heart in frantic laps
like a mad dog

when i discovered my chest is the perfect amphitheater
for loss

when the sodden cotton sky eventually tore into
wounds of light and sun

when the cat curled into a black half-moon, his purr
a soft song of remembrance

when I lay in bed, pain pressing its thumbs
into the back of my head

when my work took a walk into the woods

when i realised every sorrow burrows beneath the skin
and echoes the others already living there

when the trees opened every palm to wave goodbye

when I realised poetry wasn’t enough

when you said: I can’t stop reading this in his voice
when you said: I can’t stop reading this in his voice
when you said: I can’t stop reading this in his voice

“always”

January 15, 2016
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