You were born to judge the world; forgive me, but I wasn’t. |
Near the woodland marsh,
desperate pleas gargle...
Ravens croon with
ravenous laughter...
Candlelit hearth
splays quivering shadows...
I
As sure as...
If you go fishing by morning light,
there are trinkets and jewels upon the lakeside...
From a murky window, I watch you disappear
Through dusty picture albums, your face is not so...
I remove my washable
face-mask and guiltily gulp...
A mimicry
of what it used to be...
A solitary raindrop
rolls down your left cheek...
Water leaks from the ceiling
into a rusty saucepan...
Ours is a love that light understands; ours is a truce forged in silence. Before life began, I was parched in your absence. |