Remain
I have said goodbye
a hundred times.
And only one hello
brought me back.
There is no one else
who fills my heart.
Your voice of clay
shapes the muscle.
So many nights alone
without your hands.
Your face appears
in faint memory.
I will return there,
the place I found you.
I never left because
I had to remain.
It is better to miss you
than be without you.
It is better to cry
than forget I love you.
Epilogue
Written two days before
I discovered your infidelity,
and two years later,
I still feel the same.
Now bitterness is present,
blended with confection.
I don’t know where to go
to become whole.
It’s a sickness
called love
we rush to
and run from.
It will never be
reasonable,
only always dreadful.
It cannot die
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