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Second Chance
My Love slammed the door. It shut as a tomb,
like sound sucked empty from a symphony room
where no music played, where no feet light danced.
Gone was my Love, my last best chance.
300 feet per second is, I know, the speed of pain
as it travels thru the body on its way to the brain
but a breaking heart is witness to a fear coming faster,
sorrow’s Beast of impact charging reinless without master.
My breathing’s getting deep. I seem to need more breath.
I’m fighting back the tears where they exit from the jets.
I feel the quaking gallop of that Beast’s pounding beckon
leaping, lunging closer to me, 300 feet per second.
Bam! comes the “crash” and my tears gush forth
and they stream down rippling in a saline sad froth.
And my sorrow is a smash-up, a shattering of parts,
cracked pieces blown-off from my now broken heart.
I slump in non-recovery where my energy dwindles stronger
teetering on the drip drops of tears crying longer
and dreading the coming moment I resign to my Fate
without hope of any time, without chance of any mate.
Then Abrupt! The door opens! My Love walks inside
and my heart sings a Mending-of-the-Tears lullaby.
And just when I thought “All” was lost or dead,
Love stands in my doorway, back with coffee and bread.
Namyh
My Love slammed the door. It shut as a tomb,
like sound sucked empty from a symphony room
where no music played, where no feet light danced.
Gone was my Love, my last best chance.
300 feet per second is, I know, the speed of pain
as it travels thru the body on its way to the brain
but a breaking heart is witness to a fear coming faster,
sorrow’s Beast of impact charging reinless without master.
My breathing’s getting deep. I seem to need more breath.
I’m fighting back the tears where they exit from the jets.
I feel the quaking gallop of that Beast’s pounding beckon
leaping, lunging closer to me, 300 feet per second.
Bam! comes the “crash” and my tears gush forth
and they stream down rippling in a saline sad froth.
And my sorrow is a smash-up, a shattering of parts,
cracked pieces blown-off from my now broken heart.
I slump in non-recovery where my energy dwindles stronger
teetering on the drip drops of tears crying longer
and dreading the coming moment I resign to my Fate
without hope of any time, without chance of any mate.
Then Abrupt! The door opens! My Love walks inside
and my heart sings a Mending-of-the-Tears lullaby.
And just when I thought “All” was lost or dead,
Love stands in my doorway, back with coffee and bread.
Namyh
... please make yourself at home ... 