Cenotaph

And now, how they all do laugh:
Green-eyed ones who envied me,
When we three played together –
Now, how they revel in glee!

I was secure to not change
Aspects of identity –
That now seem so very strange,
Since I’ve lost serenity.

I wander lost, through each day,
And family worries, too;
But I just can’t put away
The old rules that seem so true.

So, spectators watching laugh.
In a baffled mind, comes shame.
They’ll warn on some cenotaph:
Dreamers like him fail the game.

Pillow Talk

You took away my good night kiss:
What I cherished just before sleep.
You took away what I’ll always miss:
A love that I failed to keep.

You left. You left. You left
And you broke my heart in two,
You even forsook the pillow
That was always used by you.

“It won’t be broken in two now,
It won’t be bent by me…”
And, by saying that, my darling love,
You destroyed it all wilfully.

What was mine was yours:
My heart, my life, my family, my home;
All those who loved me loved you;
Because of what I am and been;
And no matter how far and wide you roam,
You won’t ever see what you have seen.

I can’t hate you and that you truly know!
I have loved and in me that doesn’t alter.
You say you have known hurt, but it isn’t so ;
For, in life, now or late, you will falter,
And realise all that we meant to you –
Down to this pillow you could break in two.

Unafraid

There was a time, not long since, when this bed
Was where love, dreams and promises were made.
Now, as nights pass into virulent days,
And I get into cold sheets, I‘m afraid.

Your weight was my anchor to what we had;
But love has sunk into this large, cold bed;
It drowned, somewhere within, as you left it –
And I could save just memories instead.

I can’t even catch your smell in these sheets;
I wish you had loved enough and had stayed;
But you thought that love brings you happiness,
So, fled where you think you’ll stay unafraid.