MY QUIESCENT SANCTUM

Quiescent melancholy pervades this, my sanctum.

Unadorned love looms in mem'ries instigated

By sonatas of loss composed by an alienated heart;

Oh, how this meditation mauls me breathless!

The rain drops a steady message, lurid in liquid.

My widow has become a dilated eye expounding

The twisted sequel to our love affair in florid detail!

You took a little of you away each day until every

Room vacated your absence and estranged me!

The walls have answered the beams exchanging terrifying

Tales of your passions arrayed on the svelte bodies

Of other faceless women; their place beneath your

Thrust, your hips enwrapped by thighs...not mine.

In repose, I watch this drama play again and again.

The scene through the window: my venue for silent

Screams and heartaches that return to the same script:

The concrete soaks up my tears while the rain scorches my heart.