the conversation…

the conversation

she lie beside him
and
discussed
for hours
their life together
the ups and downs
the tears shed
alone
and
those shared
when
life
had broken
both
their hears
she giggled
when she recalled
their first date
how fate
had brought
them
together
they were
an unlikely pair
but
somehow
through out the years
they had grown
closer
smiling
she kissed
his cold
lifeless forehead
rose from his side
drying her tears
she left the room
and
thanked the nurse
for the time
to say
goodbye

continuous obscurity…

these things
have
no end
birth
followed by
death
death
followed by
grief
grief
followed by
forgetfulness
it is
forgetfulness
that
let’s cycles
begin
again
cycles of life
and
hope
cycle of hate
and
anger
then
cycles of death
and
grief
followed by
cycles
of
forgetting

 

paraffin lips to say goodbye…

paraffin lips to say goodbye

these carved marble stones
they are the landscape of pain
hope’s flower’s of grief

dining alone…

why is it
that you continue
to set a place
at the table
for the dead
do you
not
understand
they will not
take your hand
and
join this feast
of grief
for
they have long
forgotten
this place
and
your name
but
will recall both
when
the table
is cleared
and
there’ re
no more
diners
at the table
of
life