Inevitable

Jennifer Paige©1999

Muse comes to me in the shape of a boy leaving

            And a hardened heart of blue stone

            Bittersweet in my hand.

Continually denying the inevitable

            And remaining incompatible so long, love severs.

The blindfolded eyes and covered ears,

            The mouth of words replaced with tune, aimlessly whistled

            Through lips kissed, anointed, and blessed,

            But only briefly,

            All vibrate with the empty echo of loss.

With a few drops of hope escaping eyes looking their last

            And seeing it dissolve in a heated blur

            Before the kaleidoscope of memory becomes unbearable;

            The whistle is a whispered good-bye and sorrow.

Mourning replaces the awe of the impassioned conjoining of

            Two souls.

            Mourn the brevity.

Though over and done, it still replays in the mind’s cinema

            Moment after moment saturated with all senses

            Becoming the next, and the first, and the last.

It the muse moving towards or away?

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