OBSESSION

When love dies, mourn and move on. Nobody likes a necrophiliac for a friend.

 

It's a new slant on necrophilia:

loving love long after love has died.

What part of "dead and buried" do you not

understand as you zombie-walk through

the land of the loving-dead?

 

You say how night brings you some comfort,

how the two of you somehow are blessed

with forgetfulness as you relive love

in the grey forests, on the dark back streets,

in those familiar, unknown scapes of dream.

 

And in the daytime you delight in

streetwalking, half-hoping you will see her

suddenly materialize in the rain,

descend like an apparition come to life

before your eyes, be what you both were.

 

Why this morbid fascination, this need

to embrace the corpses of dead memories?

What joy can you derive from all of this?

Let the dead bury the dead! Choose instead

to live among the living far from dreams.

 

Turn your back on the siren song, the tempter

lying to you that once love has died

with good intentions you can go back and

set your broken heart to that same love again.

 

What's dead is dead! New love is for the living.

 

 

Reviews

[Helena]

Bravo Sal,

I thought this was brilliant. Wonderfully penned with thought provoking sentiments.
"What's dead is dead! New love is for the living." Amen to that!

I enjoyed the read so much. Thank you for this masterpiece!

Helena :)