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the day after

the day after

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

the day after


yesterday i was thankful

today i am remorseful, vengeful


leftover regret



kicked the stuffing out of

my heart


and left me 

dressing the wound

with a grimace

but no solace


no dessert


or feelings 



dinner ended

you ended


and we ran out of napkins

to wipe the tears

off our lips.






© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto

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Now that is a depressing Thanksgiving poem!!! You should have come to my house, we would have started with cocktails, and after dinner karaoke...maybe that would have fixed things.

Posted 4 Months Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

gee and i was thinking i wrote a happy poem!!!
just that i always think of how on.. read more

4 Months Ago

Oh it was spot on...so many in my family went places and had bad days, especially with the current p.. read more
The trouble withese these days after, is there is always going to be another day after, and then after that day after too.
Its not the most desirable destination to find yourself in. Those kicks to the heart don't get any easier to take, no matter how many you have taken, and took.
We should really just rename love, future brain-Heart-Soul damage.

Posted 4 Months Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

i like that suggestion in the last line....yep.
thanks for your words, Lorry,
Get-togethers should come with a health warning, it just takes that one stray word, you know, that one.
I just tell people to go through my P.A. My P.A now tells the same people to go through her P.A.
To think Christmas is just around the corner, maybe time to look out the keys for the Fallout shelter.

Posted 4 Months Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

really appreciate your reply, Paul...thanks for the smile...
References here to Thanksgiving and that day when we should count our blessings for what we have. Short lived here. The day after brings a taste of what we aren't thankful for. Past hurts linger. That taste of turkey replaced by something not nearly as savoury. I felt this one Jacob. It had a bitter after taste.


Posted 4 Months Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your kind review, Chris,

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL

Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..


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