Malcolm James Furst
Words, words, wordsArchive for loving
Still at a Loss
I am still devastated,
but somehow soldiering on with the day-to-day,
smiling,
saying my “pleases” and “thank yous,”
wondering if all magic has been lost,
and wondering how ONE MAN could have had so much power over me,
wondering if I’ll ever survive another Thanksgiving or Christmas
without a drink in my hand,
wondering if I’m as good as dead,
but somehow soldiering on doing what I do to make this world a better place
even though it’s no place for me, now,
with both parents gone,
and me spending too much time wondering who I was
and who I am
and whether they’re related,
spending too much time wondering whether I’m lovable,
or even fuckable,
wondering if I’m
SO DIFFERENT
from everybody else.
A Better Man
If I’d be a better man
for loving you,
then why
won’t you love me
and let me be
a better man.
(You)
You
The thought of you
takes me
to a place
where I feel
warm and sacred
in the moment and eternal
ordinary and extraordinary
loved and loving