Tearshot

All I want is Darkness and Silence and Music
As the Eyes Sting
And the Afterthought Begins.

When was I Wronged by Happiness?
Why do I Despise it So?
I Loved Her More than I Loved Myself…
Though That’s not Saying Much
A Little Self Loathing
Sometimes Never
Or Never Again.

The Music Knew Before I Did…
And Whispered It To Me Before The Daylight
In Jazz
“It was good while it lasted
We had it all for a minute or two”
But in My Naïveté
I said Not Yet…
Then Yet Came..

What I Got was Darkness and Silence…
No Music
The Playlist is too Fearsome
I Feel Lost.
Confused, Afraid, Hopeful, Empty, Forgotten,
Feeling the Sting Shaping..
Creating Form.

“We Have To Talk”
Never Comforting
She Sat Me Down
………….
Then It Rained.

April 8, 2013