Second Chance

A Poem by Namyh

When you lose trust in a loved one who didn’t lose trust in you. This might happen.

Second Chance🚪

My Love slammed the door. It shut as a tomb,
like sound sucked empty from a symphony room
where no music played, where no feet light danced.
Gone was my Love, my last best chance.

300 feet per second is, I know, the speed of pain
as it travels thru the body on its way to the brain.
But a breaking heart is witness to a fear coming faster
when sorrow’s Beast of impact charges reinless, without master.

My breathing’s getting deep. I seem to need more breath.
I’m fighting back the tears where they exit from the jets.
I feel the quaking gallop of that Beast’s pounding beckon
leaping, lunging closer to me, 300 feet per second.

Then Bam! comes the “crash” and my tears gush forth
and they stream down rippling in a saline sad froth.
And my sorrow is a smash-up, a shattering of parts,
cracked pieces blown-off from my now broken heart.

I slump in non-recovery. There my energy dwindles longer
teetering on the drip drops of tears crying stronger
and dreading the coming moment I resign to my Fate
without hope of any time, without chance of any mate.

Then Abrupt! The door opens! My Love walks inside
and my heart sings a Mending-of-the-Tears lullaby.
And just when I thought “All” was lost or dead,
Love stands in my doorway, back with coffee and bread.

Namyh