I Know Psalm 42

In the woods, a stream,
the banks rising high.

Above it all, a rugged beam,
a carpenter’s rough hewn tree
dipped into a bloody pool,
staining the banks with its flow.

Clearing the muddy stream
like a wounded deer
I long for its taste
instead of my salty tears.

Above the ancient sun
casts one lone shadow
weighing more than air.
It dams the mirrored water
forming a crystsl ocean
that I lap with my tongue.

D W Eldred

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.