Melissa Allor

Poetry | Grief

I am sorry 

I once considered cutting
you from my life.

I didn’t know 
you were injured

not in the way a bandaid can fix

you were just seeking help.
I was just seeking help.

we both needed help.

Communicating 
was never our strongest trait

—remember how we used to 
avoid talking on the phone?

—remember how we ran from
the door when someone knocked?
 
We didn’t like outsiders much. 

All the good things
are left with me now
 
The way you loved your family.
The way you loved your pets.
The way you loved God.

—the way you loved me.

Although sometimes its hard 

loving me could be so hard
Loving you was never hard
just scary.