Ode to a Life Shattered a Million Times Over

 

Unsung Tale of Love

 

When the noise ebbed, we met

There is a piece of my heart I left

Rain drops decorated the window

Smiled back at us, the hill and meadow.

 

The dusty terrain was yet to unfold

Eternity lingers in the moment they behold

Unspoken promises they know will unravel

Journey not to end and yet they travel.

 

No poet discovers words for their pain

The corner table awaits the lovers in vain

Lamps cast jaded replicas on wet street

Lone shadows keep the end discrete.

 

Letter after letter we immersed in our longing

Bullets and books and the telephone ringing

How we met is the crowd’s favourite

Why tell them about the separation so exquisite?

 

Like the clouds roll over the grey sky

Choices long defeated memories of that July

Rain-soaked nights dare them to dream

Once again, her aroma bathes him.