Making sense of no answer.
The final small burden which makes once difficulties suddenly unbearable,
has finally been added.
And the scene falls slowly around us,
Just as we imagined.
A foregone conclusion, none other, than inevitable.
“Let not the sun go down on your wrath”
each word plays in my mind
for it will not bring forgiveness, nor an absolution
as those our gifts given only from time.
“Remember it was better to have loved and lost
than to have never have loved at all”
remember only what made you smile
and once again stand tall.
Think not of sorrow as the red curtains drop
instead award yourself, for the last dance you performed
with your last gasping breath.
Your journey which ended which such powerful passion
indulged, pulsing, yet soft
and finally let your lips curl into a feeling you forgot
and let yourself smile
for everything you had, not everything you lost.
(2010)
