Objection,
Overruled!
A love versus a widow’s brawl…
If thirteen years ago could return,
Our hands would hold each other’s gifts,
Our hugs would be snug in the warmth,
I’d leave behind my black and track your luck.
But then, I lay in state beside you,
Twinkles of tears dispatched;
On a match, I passed into your grave,
And unto my grief, our case was adjourned.
Yours was spurned; mine needs to be earned.
A moving caress, rising from within,
In my wardrobe, scattered memories cling.
Your thumb, dipped in my mascara’s grace,
Traced my cheeks, leaving shadows in place—
Oh, how I long for soothing aloe’s embrace!
For love alone,
Those hugs were nine-month snugs;
I had twins without your skin,
Beautiful with light,
With pain and love entwined.
A new self is born,
A new love is found,
So, goodbye
To your bye, bye.
