Poem 21

This one is probably not ready, but a promise is a promise.

Oh God, I miss you


Can I miss something that doesn’t exist?

Like I missed George and Kramer

When Seinfeld went off the air?


Is this heart-hole some holy proof?


Philosophy makes me queasy–I just miss you

I feel it heavy this morning.


I thought I could always come back

I could walk away for a thousand miles and turn around

to see you sneaking along behind


Always with me


I cannot feel your breath on my neck and 

I cannot hear you foot steps.


There are no footprints in the sand

So when did you turn back?


I have so many questions now


I put you in my back pocket before I set out, 

Rare chocolate that melted somewhere along the way


You were always a shoreline

Unmovable and tideless

I could swim back to any day I wanted

If I had wanted

I cannot see the land any more

The lake is an ocean 

I’m not sure I remember how to swim


I have become afraid of water


Living water

That’s what you offered me


I started drinking since then


I bought a new Bible last summer, 

Then lost it a month later 

I am always losing things between the cracks of my busywork


I thought I was the one who was 

supposed to be lost–

not you


Where in the hell are you?


Every day is Holy Saturday

A promise barely visible through the fog of loss


Oh God, I miss you

Dave Von Bieker

Dave Von Bieker, 11243 85 St NW, Edmonton, AB, T5B 3C6, Canada

Dave Von Bieker lives at the intersection of art, faith, hope and love. He has 2 great kids, a fantastic wife, and a mostly good dog. He plays red guitars and drives red cars.