A Cenotaph Would Speak Out Loud

A CENOTAPH WOULD SPEAK OUT LOUD

There is, in my still heart, room for you,
Despite the unmannerly way you have behaved
I have managed to conserve a bloom or two.

You smiled, and said love was for the few,
The deed is done, your garden, it is paved,
In my torn heart, there’s still room for you.

You said the years would bring regret and rue
As into each decade I danced and raved
I have managed to conserve a bloom or two.

I think, how, in spite of things, you’re true
How, in a small place, all the people braved,
In my dying heart there’s room for you.

In your slow glance, trust was built anew
Creeping home, someone smiled at me and waved,
I have managed to conserve a bloom or two.

In your name, I watch the stars turn blue,
Is there a chance somehow I’ll be saved?
In my eternal heart, there’s a bloom or two,
I have managed to save a room for you
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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