the medallion…poem 1

she gave me a necklace for Christmas…a Padre Pio medallion…the saint’s profile carved in metal…tarnished silver with the words, PRAY FOR US, printed on the back…pray for us indeed…

we had not spoken for years…we had talked…but not really conversed…it was simple speak, Hello…how are you’s…, not really wanting a reply…how many times do we do that…ask a person how they are without wanting a reply…just words to fill air…words to fill air…

i wanted so badly to tell her…, i’m not good…i’m not happy in this life…, wanted to tell her that…wanted to…yet…i played along…, Oh…i’m fine…i’m fine…, sleeping in homeless shelters is not fine…it is not fine…

she never asked and i never told…hollow words passed through our lips…,I love you, was never said…secrets about our lives were never revealed…so how did she know…how did she know…

in the Bronx i slept in the basement of a Catholic church…i was fed by the brothers… clothed by the brothers…along with drunks…junkies…speedfreaks…crackheads…and crazies…i slept with one eye opened…my fists clinched…the worries of the day still on my mind…

worries of how to start over again…trying to live life without a penny to my name…while dark voices ran though this head telling me over and over to end my life…end my life…not very Christian…not very Christian at all…

and she was a Southern Protestant…raised in the Church of Christ…the Southern Church of Christ…where songs sung on Sunday morn were led by pitch pipes…a pitch pipe…this was to keep all in harmony…harmony…

here’s to harmony…

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