GSC accepts a wide range of submissions. We would like to thank Phil for sharing this poem with us today.
What am I, if I can’t be yours?
The honored one
Reminded of you at every turn
The well of infinite of regret
I lament the fates for our separation,
But that blame is mine for being afraid.
The poison ivy I met on Rose Hill.
You killed me that day we became one
Me covering you, and you within me.
The one that had been known to my world had died
And was born anew
With the knowledge that my life will go on, but also that I will die.
Our future is dead in this world
but lives forever in my mind
What am I if I can’t be yours?
I will be more.
God only knows what I will be without you.