The Memory of a Bygone Lady

—Before the spirit memorial of a man’s departed wife—

you were the lonely woman who long waited for 
the daybreak sun to rise from the other side of the horizon 
dark and gray; however, day came much too late, and therefore, 
though in tears, you walked away from me with no word left behind

you were the pathetic woman whose wish was to walk 
with the light steps, like a shimmering haze wave glows 
in sunny and warm spring day, on the path lying 
in the colorful flowers; however, through you knew the sun 
certainly rises in that very moment, in sorrow, walked away 
from me with the hurried steps

for it makes no difference if it is a sun or a moon 
and the vow made was nothing but the point in which is to 
stay for a little while on the way to Elysium; you harshly cut off 
our bondage and left with no word to the last, though you would 
have a moment to say a word of farewell, o you the woman of cold, 
a stonehearted                                                                       

the woman who stood in the cold wind 
like a withered reed by the marsh and cried 
the cry of damned daughter of Demeter was the woman, 
whom i cannot trust, the woman of ill-will, because the pledge 
of eternal love you made was broken one-sidedly, 
you did not turn back even i implored you to go, but you, 
in that dark and chilling night, hurried away with mincing steps
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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