Love Impasse
Love Impasse
I am not ashamed to say it—
I trace demons of you in the stars—
perhaps because I cry at your abandon,
for once, you were the riddle in my bones.
But do I blame?
No—I should have known
where our paths split,
where an anxious exit waited slyly—
maybe I, too,
left constellations behind.
I rarely trust
simplicity of things
thanks to your abandon.
All I know is that I Loved you—
and have Loved you
and Love you—
But I could never lay my full self
in the tide of your shifting light,
nor could I assuage the storms
you held so close.
Though you are silent,
your thoughts pervade me
like serpents
silent as a crypt,
but hissing inwardly…
bleeding inwardly—
your presence in the sky sears me—
I have been woven into
your tumultuous pulse—
but the question remains:
do you feel the weight of me?
I see where my hands have cut you,
now that I bear the scars you left
just as deeply.
I have searched the ashes and all ends
for something that could spark
what we dismally buried—
a single ember—
a Hell—that
could heat up the crushing cold places
we once deemed Love.
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