Then I Loved You

The deepest lament—

Comes from the aching death of memory.

A crumbling tower

Standing,

Almost  boastful amidst—

Scattered, bare trees.

 

I tasted summer in her–

When the petals open to sunshine,

Diligent yawns

Coming to bloom in smiles.

She touches me like music,

Green with wet spring days laughing,

Night’s warm entanglement

Nourishing,

Weaving laces—

Twisting time.

 

The cold death in me,

Festering the flesh near the wound.

The traces spread,

They invade my blood.

Feeding on my insides,

Gorging themselves on me.

I feel each new moment of pain,

I am subsumed by my despair.

I am become mangled rot—

At your feet, begging, begging.

Embrace what is left of me,

I am nothing now.

I am rage alone.

 

Bring down this old tower.

The snow piles in the rafters,

And the warmth has gone out of the hearth.

Downed leaves piled,

Crisping in a cold winter glow.

Longing to be consumed,

In the fire of her again.