These words and melodies that echo through
the night, redolent with memories of
you - sprawled in a gentle tangle of limbs
and dreams of us and being free from tears -
are emptier now, wounding with each hushed note.
These songs and arias that repeat through
our day, reminding us with hopefulness of
love - hewn with a painful clanging of needs
and lusts from years and being cursed with tears -
are emptier now, withering with each faded verse.
These hymns and choruses that return through
stillness, prompting me with wonderings of
you - lost in your quiet weeping for loss
and fears of losing more to life's chaconne -
are bolder now: respite in God's adagio.
Our music of the night.
YOU ARE READING
A Wrong Turn
PoetryA collection of poems that chart a relationship from its genesis to its failure and beyond.
