OLD FRIEND

I have nothing else to say to you now.
I have nothing more to offer or give.
I have spent my heart, I have kept each vow.
You forget all and I cannot forgive.
The torture of the heart (and there is one)
Is akin to a murder by drowning;
And all that was felt and said and done
Is now a matter for blackened mourning.
Words, like gales, seem to rush past as you leave,
Feelings, however, will not leave with you;
I have lost my faith, I cannot believe,
I cannot discern just which past was true.
And so, old friend, you have prepared me well:
I doubt heaven, I’m undaunted by hell.

Nihilism

love took you there;
it flung you back here;
will fling you there again –
after a while, it’ll be
here, there, in between
sun, moon and rain.

Look At Me

And
If you just looked at me,
Really looked at me,
Your eyes would meet mine,
I would see me in you,
Would feel you in me,
The oceans would still,
The moon would turn its face,
To give us the moment;
And
If you smiled at me,
A half smile with no teeth,
Just a turn of a corner,
Of your lips, dry and soft,
And
When that reached your eyes,
The oceans would move,
The moon would shake,
The night itself would smile,
And
I would smile back;
And
The rest would not matter.