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Dead End

The golden sheen has turned to rust, 
from Gucci to a garment bag, 
the joy to ghostly lamentations, 
how the weighted seconds drag. 
Blind and deaf to consecration, 
weak the beatings of the heart, 
barren now what once was fertile, 
love's become a dying art. 

The chasm of their lives together 
broadens with each passing day, 
echoes barely audible 
now rattle in a death-mask play. 
He spends his time in retrospection, 
trying to ignite the flame, 
all the tinder is but ashes, 
all their tenderness a shame. 

Passing in the hallway, they will 
glance away in silent sadness, 
post-it notes and conversations 
miss their mark and scatter, useless. 
He concerns himself with models, 
crafting toys no one will see, 
for an unborn son or daughter, 
generations not to be. 

Would a child have made a difference? 
would that he were strong and able, 
tiny sneakers, matching socks, 
another place to set at table. 
Living with an empty feeling, 
she tries not to blame or doubt, 
busies with the darning, dusting, 
looking for a quick way out. 

Finances kept them together, 
stocks and bonds, annuities, 
the only glue that holds the airplane, 
slim and thin prosperities. 
Fifty years, and inching slowly, 
they will not be One with God, 
separate, they make arrangements, 
he cremated, she to sod. 

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  1. Date: 10/11/2012 10:06:00 AM
    Nice to be back home reading your fascinating take on disintegrating relationships Keith. We can operate computers and scale mountains but keeping love going is sometimes so hard to do. Loved it as always - Lizzie

  1. Date: 10/3/2012 1:44:00 PM
    You give great power to these words. Alsways well written.

  1. Date: 9/28/2012 9:25:00 AM
    Keith - I am so happy you're here! Those last three stanzas leave me grateful for my gifts. Oh and the last two lines - may be the saddest I've ever read. love, Kathy

  1. Date: 9/26/2012 11:02:00 AM
    this is so very sad but beautifully written, right down to the last word (wonderful final line!). every choice you've made just adds to the mood and the message. great poem!