mourning has broken
it started as still another day in a place of previous paradise
all his crows had screamed for sorrow grief and lament
for too long and not long enough in a timeline of sadness
with the focus on loss of what had been and would never resume
of what was not happening right now in the presence of loneliness
normally and he was questioning what a new normal would look like
they would be rolling in the sheets passionate and breathless
choosing positions massage oil and scented wax candles
skimpy lingerie in the wet spot of desire longing and comfort
now the best he could do is burn Palo Santo holy wood
for cleansing the space of previous togetherness and bliss
at least he had removed her eccentric clutter from the boudoir
to be sorted elsewhere and yet the memories remained
almost twenty years of intimacy had gone up in smoke
for hers is a spiritual path of independence and self-discovery
and his means an unknown future of how and who he would be
lube bottles are lying idle now and sex toys are gathering dust
perfumes are fading with the touches caresses cuddles and pleasure
and then there was so much more that they cherished on top
and from the bottom of their hearts and yet the mourning has broken
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