Sated Confessions

A sad love poem about a man whose wife died slowly from an illness.

Is the conduit broken?

Can a single tear travel that far?

Like prayers at night?

 

The stars that decorate the night sky

Are the tears from heaven that never fully made it down

Frozen and suppressed

 

Then the rain attacks the ground

Bringing me solace as I stand in between

Each of us shedding an equivalent tear

 

I’m … I’m needing so much of you

Yet I can’t hug a tear

So I stay hooked to the night sky

 

I don’t know which held my breathe more

Your staggering form when it was caressed by the beautiful moonlit glow or

Your feminine statuette when it was radiated by the sunlight rays

 

Memories coat what is left of my passion

Placing mounting taxations on my compassion

No this pain isn’t’ a temporary fashion to be ceded

 

Pinning I’m…

A feign trying to feed my addiction of you

An artist trying to refurnish the sculpture that is us

 

No longer three dimensional

I find myself out of my materials

Purloined of you

No wonder the casting is bleak

 

I watched as you took on a transient segment

Against both our wills

So I was left picketing against the ghost I was left with

 

Now I’m beyond a ruin for any other

Like a pen without any ink

I’ve lost my substance

 

I’m a faded painting

Robbed of my luster

It was your love

 

Tender

Unconditional

Free from form

 

That set us up as an art

Never to be unveiled

Just privately beheld

 

No price

Or valuation system could have measured us

We were beyond a rating system

 

We were simply us

 

So I’m left with a vacancy that won’t be filled

Lest they’d be like a low bid at an auction

Whose value would fail come near

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I’m … I’m needing so much of you
Yet I can’t hug a tear
So I stay hooked to the night sky

I really loved this stanza, this write tugged at me, so nicely expressed and written.