I blame you for the loss;
for the hunger unsatisfied.
I am surrounded
by strewned discarded half-thoughts
confetti-like in a graceless fall;
every bridgeless gap
bleakly sneering at me.
The words,
they are empty,
driven by greed
of a destiny deprived.
The desperation.
The insatiability.
The empty pots of gold.
The stolen forevers.
The lose-ended knots.
The rotting flowers
of trusts betrayed
and covenants defiled.
Forgiveness is lost,
discarded to nothingness
along with the unspoken
clumsy good byes;
ill-willed and final.
You have died
and your death,
it left a taste
bitter and sour.
A bit of both and none at all.
My thoughts curl to think
of your name touching my lips.
You don't deserve it.
Yet,
you linger.
Stubborn.
Yet,
loved.
Adored.
~djf
06/28/08
10:05pm
