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.
11/19/10
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