remember the strange fruit?

Soft clear tears

running on black skin,

as if to make it blacker.

I never thought a man

could be so beautiful

 

Shipped to his own death,

but it's not why

his tears run down

in silent melancholy

 

And regret heavies my chest.

Remorse for what was gone.

Not for what had been,

but for what I hadn't done.

 

I wish I was dead too.

But that would have been

too easy, too merciful.

And the truth stings my throat.

 

I loved a man

a long time ago.

And I love him still, I will,

'til the day that I let go.

 

 

Reviews

[Reema.A]

'I loved a man
a long time ago.
And I love him still, I will,
'til the day that I let go.'
The ending that made me feel like I was struck by lightening... I don't know why - but this last stanza seems to set the mood for the whole poem.

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

very moving Heavyhearted, I can't imagine losing someone one was very intimate. I know of loss though, and I think life can be so cruel to us, mishel