Thursday, December 1, 2016

Snow by Jerry Durick


The man we made-up --
dressed and groomed --
is gone now.

The man we grew --
added to, subtracted from --
is gone now.

The man we built --
talked to, laughed with --
is gone now. 

The man we created --
wished for, planned on --
is gone now.

we'll find his hat
or gloves sometime
and hear his voice fading
just out of reach.

But the man we knew
would be gone one day
is gone now.

J. K. Durick is a writing teacher at the Community College of Vermont and an online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Social Justice Poetry, Tuck Magazine, Yellow Chair ReviewSynchronized Chaos, and Haikuniverse.

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