Amen

[addy]

A nice piece Phil. Probably one of your most thoughtful and moving pieces.

Tonight, the doorway frames a still of you, asleep,
unaware of my weight uncoiled at your side.
In the silence of what will blur into memory, Agree with billy. I immensely enjoyed the rest of your poem, but this transition kind of lets it down. I'm left still struggling to make the connection between the opening (which is beautiful in its own context) and the following passages (which is beautiful in the new context it breaks into, how personal it gets)
I want to hear of a table splayed with sweet potato,
graces pressed through joined hands, a chorus of Amen.
I missed that word, flying over Appalachia;
the last strum of a collapsing arpeggio
before a meal. Amen is something to be shared,
regardless of belief, like small talk, fish, or bread. Very insightful
When absent, its weight hangs in the air,
a spent chandelier burned by the switch;
when the first roll is sliced, the plates fill
and glasses empty, it feels too late
to claim, like an apology, or
even worse, regret. Really like this ending... but I had trouble reading it out as a sentence since it got a bit long and unwieldy by the end.