The Ones Who Still Love Me

It’s the third day
Since you left
Me.
The crying is now intermittent,
Between daily chores.
They interfere with the tears,
So, sadness lies hidden
Like the truth you never shared.

The ones who still love me
Become vocal.
They blame.
I cannot.
I’m in love.
It’s masochistic.

I regress into my room.
Fearful their love
Will terrify mine.

I can’t blame.
Not them. Not even you.

It’s all a matter of
Love.

Logic may appear –
Bringing a scale –
When promises and the past
Are measured.

It may.

Right now I deal
With hiding tears,
And countering
Future fears.

A Few Days Before

It’s a breathlessness
That’s engulfing
A sleeplessness
That’s terrifying.
A sense of loss that’s worse than
Bereavement –
Because I know you are alive
But I can’t get to you.

You can’t say I have
Not made you smile
With love,
Hugged you hard, when you were sad.
Even if I caused you to cry,
When I felt bereft.

I am falling in a limbo
And
I am blind
because I love you,
And
all I feel is pain
Because you aren’t here to love me back.

You say I won’t keep you happy
But a few days before
You wanted me
A few days before you missed me
So much
You felt a breathlessness
That’s terrifying.

A few days before you loved me.

Battlefield

I wrote about it to last me for years;
But it seems like time has stood very still.
It has cost me sanity drowned in tears,
And yet feeds, for it has not had its fill.
I haven’t been able to learn much from time;
In all, but pain, I have grown carelessly:
Like a teen, I still want what is called mine,
Like a sage, I still give in helplessly.

I wrote about it from blood of the heart;
There needs be some worthy credit to thought.
I wrote, I write, I writhe. It won’t depart
This wretched battle so very hard fought…
Every word here, ultimately, dies,
Before lighting any spark in your eyes.