For J., On Falling Again
You put your heart to sleep, buried the spark
that flashed like flame before the Reaper dropped;
accustomes to the pulseless heavy start
that filled your heart when all the planet stopped.
Bedecked in widows’ webs, bent low in grief,
time comes to fill your chest like novocaine,
so petrified with the holy belief
that searching out new love brings certain pain.
But pain is everywhere: memory, joy,
two lovers touching, chaste as winter snow.
Behold the echo of the breathing boy
transformed by love, lit with a lively glow.
And then from black, a spark! You dream a song
but singing hurts too much. Your lover’s gone.
Zach J. Payne – poet, playwright, and YA author. Follow along on his adventures.