Nine good years bookended by tragedy…
A brown-eyed face of hope
suddenly taken away
leaving a hole like Ground Zero in our soul.
Speak not of political ideologies
nor proud partisan remedies
while our tears still be wet,
rather remember her legacy now.
Yes, now and till the winds of time run out of breath!
Henceforth, let us not lash out in anger
but rather reach out in kindness.
I often wonder why she fled
the purple-drenched sky.
An osprey cried “Let us pray”
I tried but nothing came out.
Grey caverns swallowed my soul,
she rolled ‘neath her headstone,
a subtle tone wrang in my head.
The bird then warbled a dirge
while I was on the verge
of following my love into tomorrow,
thus forever ending my sorrow.
Hamlet’s debate would seal my fate
one way or another.
And as the osprey sped away
I wondered if I’d live
to see another day.
Although he left her weeks ago
she simply cannot let him go.
The calls and texts come day and night;
this tunnel has no end, no light.
She’s addicted to the pain;
pheromones bewitch her brain.
The ecstasy when they kissed,
all the glorious joy she missed.
She can’t forget his gentle touch
or that laugh she loved so much.
No – her iron will will never bend.
Her desperate longing won’t ever end.
In an instant the distance dissolves;
the violent violets flooding my id explode
and the prism of my heart cannot refract the haze.
The days of languishing in the anguish amidst the nebula of my soul
are nearly done – for I am undone.
I yearn to break free from this melancholy madness,
for me this is an unholy sadness.
I am trapped between the moon and sun
hopelessly longing for an eclipse
I know will never come…
Unforgiving bleakness –
a frigid wind that lives to torment.
All the leaves have fled,
leaving only naked trees to stand against the grayness.
Winter’s harsh gloom stubbornly remains;
and the distant sun refrains from sharing its warmth.
The cruelest season is upon us.
Variety of niceties notwithstanding
like an ice-pick ripping through my heart
they entered the room – ending any hope.
Mindless chatting, goofy giggling;
ten thousand daggers missing the mark.
They are now two
and I am alone.
Never another marmalade sky;
melting megalopolis , forever undone.
Disconcerting fretful foreheads
lowered in humiliation.
A saturation of overwhelming guilt
flooding the microbial excess –
Regret multiplied infinitely.
When the curtain closed,
they wept in silence.