Aftermath

Written by: Jill Martin

Beneath the weight of that 
Decisive 
Moment, 
your mind rifles for a memory of me. 

... a waltzing illusion 
of whispered lashes upon 
tear-stained cheeks. 
Slippery images of half grins 
and muddied promises 
left outside the door to find their own way. 

I’ve met untempered currents 
that dragged you beneath 
monochromatic layers 
of near death. 

I’ve raged against the forces 
that checked your wings, 
the pale blue of your gaze 
adrift on low tide 
that missed the shadow of me 
loving you. 

I hear your voice still, in words 
left for me. 
Alone. 
And I hear time abysmal. 
And time rules our worlds. 

So I wait.