Contemplating Clouds

In the wake of things
we surrendered below cutting clouds
you to me, me to the reign of ages.

In a moments time
the world was born
our love's death
took decades to complete.

Sweet, harmonic,
melodic whispering winds
changed the way we treated love
or, was it the fear of forever
that left us so incomplete?

I shovel the past into the pyre
smell the smoke of your absence
in small clouds that dissipate
I see you sliding towards the heavens
unblemished, smiling, between vague hues.

In the wake of things
we surrendered to the loss
with great cost of denying love
to face a plethora of questions
which all lead us back to WHY?

ajs

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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