poem: song for the death of love
written: 7:47 p.m. on Wednesday, Aug. 07, 2002

Song for the Death of Love

a young boy cannot possibly understand
the meaning of the clap of your hand
or what goes on when voices are raised
in the middle of the dining place.
and it is his fault for not speaking;
he probably hasn't even thought of it.
you say evocative,
i say imagery,
we say
hallucinatory.

a young woman cannot possibly make amends
when she herself does not understand.
love is bliss, marriage is suicide,
and nothing is forever,
except the glittering
diamond of your ring.

but things made of gold
are often cheap.
evocative imageries paint our picture
of despair and tearful departures

is this why people give up love
for marriage?

two grown adults cannot possibly fight
over little matters so light
that it takes the tiniest wind
to make them fly.
and this inspiration, i do not seek
only your love and happiness completes
us, under one roof, forever,
until death do us part.

before sunrise // before sunset

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