Atoms

Tonight is farewell, the last time I shall see your eyes Shining wet and almond in the flickering shadows. And no more will my parted lips fasten tight Upon the honeyed gloss of your mouth. This time curtailed, the final hour of written lines, The failed discipline of defining your symbolism. And I marvel at the vanishing of those poems, Wondering on their genius and where they went to. The ending, the finality of dispersing molecules, The atoms in my heart boil a rage of introspection. Tonight will be the last time, the last time I hold your face And sweep into the windows to your soul. And in the morning after all the dying storm The evaporated atoms are but mist upon the glass.