Sleep Well My Love

At the far end of the casket,

his girlfriend hugged his wife

 

And told her she was sorry,

that she had tried to steal her life

 

Their tears then ran in unison,

for a man who loved them both

 

The years they shared now testament,

to a choice he left unspoke

 

They never met before this day,

and would never meet again

 

But each knew well the other,

and they almost felt like friends

 

The mistress left, the children wept,

and the grandchildren played outside

 

As his wife looked down, saying: “Your hell has passed,

sleep well my love—goodbye”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Falling Petals

Asking for support and not your agreement,

I looked into your eyes

 

Seeing rejection, a stare blank and cold,

all connection was untied

 

Words became hollow, our rose only thorns,

a new distance did we share

 

Alone while together, the ending in sight

—reality laid bare

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Time Bandit

Has the future made a profit

by selling out your dreams

 

Marking up expectations,

closing out self esteem

 

Interest bearing hopes uncashed,

wishes in arrears

 

Creditors loom, the past foreclosed

—tomorrow paid in tears

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Ensnared

If something isn’t true,

is it necessarily false

 

By the polarized abstraction,

are we blinded to recourse

 

In the either or equation

and the depths of zero sum

 

Is all meaning trapped forever

—inside this web we’ve spun

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)