Virgins Divorcing
With utter sadness
Hearing only the echoes of my mind
When I reach for yours.
The mystery of your silence
Wrapped in the enigma of our history
And the puzzle of now.
And no answer remains but
Hollow raging at the slow
Fading of yet another light.
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Days, decades of them, gone
Already, and still my heart
Laughs for the love of life,
the lightness of you;
Strains to bear
The foreverness of nothing;
Wears the awful weight
Of the farewell
Caught in your silence,
that last day.
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Every ugly thing interred now
within a midden of excused naivete
below new growth of calm
forgiveness born of wearied anger,
spent passions and the sound
of words unimagined
in the moments
of betrayal and despite.
Is time and clever passivity enough?
That civil war came, without
cause, intent and swept aside
all that was evil and good.
About this: Thomas Sowell wrote “Never take other people for granted: there is a point of no return in all relationships”. This triptych speaks to the mystery of lost relationship, acknowledged in regret, remorse and, finally, in the possibility of rehabilitation.