Funeral of One

Long Distance Relationships. Oh the woes...

 

I mourn me

When silence coils over the eardrums.

Machinations of life shutting us away.

 

I mourn.

Because I die a death provoked by the accumulation of:

Time

Of space.

 

Her dreams become that membrane through which my kiss shall osmose.

 

I mourn.

 

When death is labeled a quieted friend,

A worrying mother,

And howling dogs staring at ghosts.

 

Mourn me.

Through the eyes of glass panes.

Stained with lashes of rain and tears.

Mourn for the man in a quieted house,

A fireplace,

And rum.

 

And when I am groped by a mathematical love,

Fix her into the equation,

That anomaly,

 

Or mourn me.

Reviews

[Jason Henry]

"Her dreams become that membrane through which my kiss shall osmose." --->utterly enchanting.
long distance relationships are indeed hard...even more so when there is little or no communication of course. but you reminded me of what it was like...damn you lol! nah, it's ok...i cherish memory good or bad. and i cherish this poem as it is very good and certainly not the least bit bad lol!

[Emily B]

Don't mourn for me. Because dreams are a membrane between this world and that. Because death is a quieted friend and a worrying mother.

But love--that is something that should be mourned. Definitely.

[Emily B]

yesterday, I recognized something in you
even if I didn't know what to do with your words . . .

This is wonderfully written
when I finish marvelling at the words
I'll remember to mourn for you a little.

[vindictivesunshine]

yo this poem is absolutely priceless. "Her dreams become that membrane through which my kiss shall osmose." is a line for the ages. But the way the words are crafted and plethora of profundity, sheer genius.