If the darkness
would be kinder
than the raw callousness
Would it be more forgiving
than the sanctimonious light?
More tolerant ?
Would it conceal my flaws
with a cloak
ensuring that whatever
the seemingly impenetrable
always seems heartbreakingly
Take me home.
Where pieces of me recognize each other
as part of a whole.
A place where I don’t feel like an alien
A dismembered body doing and saying
things I do not recognize
Perhaps fortune shall toss me a smile
As I cast my humble net
And be it such that I wait a while
But catch a shadowy silhouette
That shimmers around trapped in cord
While my hands attempt to grope
The being that has been sadly shored
And lost all will or hope
But bring the same for me today
As I ask pardon for my sin
To kill the ravenous beast at bay
That feeds upon my kin
I knew Zoe for exactly 75 days.
And loved her every single one of those.
It does not matter if she was a person or an animal.
At some point in our lives we have all loved without reason and without logic and without limits.
Because some beings bring more joy into our lives in the briefest of moments than others do in entire lifetimes.
I think I conjured you up in a dream
For what else could be construed of so brief an encounter.
Like fireworks in the starless night sky
You shone brightest.
And disappeared without warning.
Like you tired of my neediness.
And constant scrutiny.
And pallid ordinariness.
When I awoke the only evidence of your having been at all
Were my hands
Charred where I wouldn’t let go of you.
It must have been a dream.
Luminous and Beautiful.
Much too cruel.