Archive 11/19/10

 

   

Eleven Days

                                                                  

These past eleven days have just flown

So slowly

That I've found myself not only alone

But lonely,

Experiencing melancholy I'd never wish to know;

I've been inconsolable,

A soul with holes in the center of my bones,

Through which flow

A plaintive, painful, sorrowing tremolo of moans

Achingly primal —

An animal pacing in the middle of the cosmos,

Grieving for its mate,

Or a man weeping over the loss of his eyes' glow,

Those life breaths

Your deep love inspired in me, in us both,

Before eleven days

Became a space so wide, so gray, so "ago,"

That only tomorrow can deny it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                               

 

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