Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Without-3









Over
All over
Over and out
The word rang in my ears
She elongated the 'O'
Or was it a zero?
So hard to believe...

She tells me she has moved on
I, over.

The return is not within her power
And she feels no need.
She has none.

There is no 'O' in the word 'pursuit'.

So many years...hours...moments...all ill-spent?

All?

There is no 'O' in the word 'all'.

I believed my God who said
All that is done alone
Can be undone
When you are not alone.
But perhaps she thinks
Otherwise.

There is an 'O' in the word 'otherwise'.

A tripping gap between the words 'all' and 'over'
That's where I am.

She has nurtured the corpse in Eliot's garden.


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