Sunday, March 29, 2015

The Weight of Absence

They came floating upward
horizontal
until they met the water's break
floating up to the seductive blackness
up to the lonely stars

My heart broke as I watched them
remembering each one
the weight of promises now trailing behind them
like seaweed from the deep
their faces once alive with kisses, pleas, remonstrations
now pale, passive, content
their arms that once reached out or swung by their sides as they walked away
now quietly level with their spent hips

And I in my circle of one
And I in my circle of one


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