Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Perfect Time

Why is the measure of love loss?

Maybe if I breathe slowly, hold the image, relax into it, maybe then...

I am not ready. She's coming for me. I was stalling and she told me there would be a reckoning. She warned me.

No escape.

Child, stay awake.

Why is the measure of love loss?

It's time.

No, I'm not ready. Sometimes the wind is moist and the raindrops make me cry.

It's time.

Sometimes on a cloudy afternoon, I can hear music on the wind.

It's time.

Sometimes there is chocolate cake in the oven and a mother who smiles and lets me scrape the bowl.

It's time.

Sometimes there is a glint of warmth in the eyes of a stranger.

It's time.

Sometimes there's an afterglow.

No more words.

I'm not ready. I haven't learned it. Please...I'm not ready.

Why is the measure of love loss?

Because there is no love.

Only loss.

2 comments:

john calica said...

This is a sad post. But don't despair, my friend. Love. Loss. They vibrate on the same plane anyway. It's just on either side of the life pole, or something. Just try to get to the happier end, when you can, in your pace. I'll pray for you.

Jenn said...

John: I have decided to go gentle into the good night.

Darth: Believe me (I'm not afraid to) Teach me (to learn your ways) Carry me (under your wings) in your perfect time.