Scanning Memphis blogs, came upon this poem. It’s fantastic. <\/p>\n
Emptying Town<\/b>
\nby Nick Flynn<\/i><\/p>\n
I want to erase your footprints
\nfrom my walls. Each pillow
\nis thick with your reasons. Omens<\/p>\n
fill the sidewalk below my window: a woman
\nin a party hat, clinging
\nto a tin-foil balloon. Shadows<\/p>\n
creep slowly across the tar, someone yells, \u201cStop!\u201d
\nand I close my eyes. I can\u2019t watch<\/p>\n
as this town slowly empties, leaving me
\nstrung between bon-voyages, like so many clothes
\non a line, the white handkerchief<\/p>\n
stuck in my throat. You know the way Jesus<\/p>\n
rips open his shirt
\nto show us his heart, all flaming and thorny,
\nthe way he points to it. I\u2019m afraid<\/p>\n
the way I\u2019ll miss you will be this obvious.<\/p>\n
I have a friend who everyone warns me
\nis dangerous, he hides
\nbloody images of Jesus
\naround my house, for me to find<\/p>\n
when I come home; Jesus
\nbehind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked<\/p>\n
into the mirror. He wants to save me
\nbut we disagree from what. My version of hell
\nis someone ripping open his shirt<\/p>\n
and saying, Look what I did for you\u2026<\/p>\n