On the Eve of the End of the World
No words…
No words between us
Though so much we yearn to say
The truth clamoring to be free
So heavy
Closing my throat
Choking my voice
So heavy…
The rush of blood in my ears,
Deafening.
The sound of our breathing
Hearts pounding
Words vibrating on my lips
My fingertips,
But nothing —
We said nothing.
All the while
Tears stinging
my eyes
Breaking
my heart.
On the bare floor,
So bare, now that your life
is packed away,
Your new life waiting
Far away from me;
On the bare floor
Your body against mine
Our hands tangled together
Sorrowful and tender.
You stirred
About to speak —
I stirred
And strained to listen;
Then at the door
A knock —
And you must go.
In the morning
You were gone.
The snow and the cold
And the quiet night
So still —
No one was aware:
The world had stopped turning
The world had ended
For just like that
You were g o n e.
