When You Become A God (Part 1)

A serial poem novel

By Gerald Hively — December 16, 2024

Baby blue skies

I remember

The baby blue skies resting against your face

It’s so soft and

This is the last moment before you’re

Gone

But you seem so happy I wonder

Why

Your voice, melodic against the now setting sun

Delicately whispers

That you are so

Happy with your life and the people you spent it with

I wish I could be as perfect as you, in a

Way that is imperfect but that just makes you more

Beautiful, wonderful

I don’t want you to leave

I don’t know how to

Live

Without you

I shall be alive, but not

Living

It stings but I’m happy for you

You protect me, hold me

Everything will be okay

As long as you’re here

But you aren’t here

I feel empty without the beat of your heart

Why are you gone?

I am a ghost of who I was with you

Every day I pray to an immortal god who is long dead,

Wishing you were here

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I am by

Your grave

I’m not sure how long I have

Been here, but it’s not enough

I can’t leave because to leave is to

Go home without your voice, your face, any of you that is still here

I am an empty house

I have brought roses the color of

Blood

To lay beside you

I hope they don’t

Decompose because I cannot

Bear anything else leaving

But I suppose that's the price of having real

Flowers

You brought me roses once

So now I return the favor

I just wish you were alive to see it