The more I have to lose, all these ordinary joys.
I get so tired of thinking
about death: warmth drains
out of me like an empty bath,
growing cold. The longer
I’m with you, the more I have
to lose, all these ordinary joys:
tonight, watching TV on the couch,
finishing the leftover wine,
your fingers in my hair.
I try to memorize every simple,
lovely thing. I try to come back
to living my good life.
This poem appeared in the Spring 2013 issue of UU World (page 18).
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Roxanne Halpine Ward is the author of This Electric Glow (Seven Kitchens Press, 2012). Her work has appeared in The Greensboro Review, among other publications. She attends the UU Church of Delaware County in Media, Pennsylvania.
The first time, I emerged merely breathless, wet, and cold.
Retaining our humanity
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