Breath Seized from Lung Where Foam-White Pencil Flew

Ataraxia

Death halves us with every loss
Divided we lose each an encore
The dwarf memories
Do not suffice, we remember
Wrong, we suffer those wrongs

Still – Our narrowness we become less
In age, after grief, we love not
The same, we were grandeur once
We fled into each other, for a time
Brief like the pain halved

Dividing our sorrow we walked on
Without choice, beneath the common tide
The world swallowed us up
In days of absence, disbelief
Shock, tension, the past’s separation-plots

The curve of love had mountains to move
And seas to drown ourselves in
After grief, there is clapping hands
New faces in this exultant community
This countryside of loves

With each relationship or friend
A bit more sinister, a bit less real
I still wail inside for you
But you no longer have ears for me
Because I have died to you
But my feelings will never die.

Photo: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Ataraxia-371437545

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