Stephen Robertson

Slanting Lines

Another day

Another day

to feel your ever-present absence, still

to find a way.

I hear you say,

“But life is for the living, do not kill

another day.”

And yet you stay

inside my head, and take away my will

to find a way.

The final fray

remains in memory, for good or ill,

another day.

I cannot say

whether I have the necessary skill

to find a way.

And now today

is ending.  I suppose tomorrow’s still

another day

to find a way.