Her


when I sit by your grave,

doing the same thing

we always do,

it’s hard to feel anything

the reason why isn’t clear

 

-right across the highway

ignorant adolescents

play with sticks and balls…

 

I never question your motives

anymore

 

they called you a coward

and I wish I could hang them

since they deserve it

and you didn’t

 

the longer I wait

the more distant you are

until you fade completely

 

memories will always be

sweeter than the present

About Sean William Lynch
Sean Lynch is a writer and editor who lives in South Philly. Lynch's first book of poems, the city of your mind, was published in 2013 by Whirlwind Press. His second chapbook, Broad Street Line, focusing on politics and public transportation, was published by Moonstone Press in 2016. 100 Haiku is his latest release, also published by Moonstone Press in 2018. Lynch's writing has been featured in numerous publications online and in print, including (parenthetical), Poetry Quarterly, and Tincture Journal.

3 Responses to Her

  1. Dizzy says:

    Ditto…

    Sigh…

    I ❤ you! You know it!

    Hope you have an awesome weekend! 💋

  2. I can think of a couple of people–people I didn’t know, but knew of–who this peom reminds me of.

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