i’m not smart
because none of this makes sense
how can your smile be left in the past tense?
it was art
how your heart moved through this earth
great altruism with tons of rebirth
god couldn’t wait
and he brought you closer
…to the date
that i’ll never get over
i know where
you are but you’re still distant
it’s not fair
your hugs are nonexistent
without yours, my smiles will never be new
you brought me in this world,
please
please
take me with you
DeKeshia S. Horne is currently the Assistant Manager at Barbara’s Bookstore and has self-published five collections of poetry. DeKeshia's poetry has been featured in the Austin Weekly Newspaper and Chicago Tribune. “It’s Not A Phase, Ma,” is a collection of poems written over the years while coping with the grief stages experienced after the death of her mother. Her poetry can be found here.
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