In Absentia
She hears herself
in the distance
confess to undying love.
So out of touch
with loyal love to self.
The unholy ghost of him
demystified in mid-urn.
He is neither near, nor far.
No grave in which to turn
in rage, even if he could.
So much was left behind
in dust to dust return to earth,
White lies, black lies
to grey ashes burnt.
The Love Demon left
a twisting paper trail
behind
his telling tales...
As he took leave for good
of all his human senses,
Truth time travels out of reach.
A senseless sough
of dying sounds
wreaths potpourri
memoirs of thoughts
that linger around...
Scented and impure.
Neither here nor there,
he left her at once.
Bloody sighs cut off words
reverse from throat -
backed out into a world
that didn't care.
And still she wonders why
she has to remember
the good times.
In silence.
And in the loud sounds
of betrayal,
She silently cries...
Again.
Aqua Marine September 2024.
Copyright © Aqua Marine | Year Posted 2024
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