Inamorata-7/30/09
He was always yours
The reciprocal quite untrue
Gazes that glimmered
A brushed look of hope
Never perceived
Dying unseen
Tears caught unshed
Swallowed
The day he left
You considered
"Maybe"
Shaking your head
Clearing the flicker
Of pain from your heart
Life beckoned
Busy and abstruse
Rain slicked streets
A scream of sirens
Each time
You awoke
Wondering
Until
He was there
Smiling
Eyes gleaming
For you
As they always had
Hospitals
Cold and foreign
Meant for
Birth and death
But never life
Just a way
Station
Of
Determination
His hand
Clasped in yours
Breaths forced
Pain evident
Slivers of
Moisture
Intermingling
Which were his?
Which yours?
You were always his
The opposite a given
Tardy
Acknowledgement
Words spoken
To stone
How could there
Be
A monument worthy…