I wandered the empty parks, normally filled
with joyous shouts and laughter seemingly
now just lines that seem upon paper-tick marks.
I visited the favorite shop for where ice
cream we did stop in Woodbury at The Mood,
now seems it has latched on to me and
shattered my joy, spoiling even the
taste of the smallest bite of food.
I sought refuge in Breezy Point, where I hiked
to its Tip, wondered would you weep if upon its
edge my foot did slip.
Fire Island as on a beach you lay back with
your hair spread like angels wings upon the
noon day sand. My fingers traced the curve
of your face, now seeing nothing more than
hints of your beauty, vague images –
I hurriedly quit this place.
To the Sunken Forest I flee now shattered heart
perhaps in a mire I might bury your memory and
myself too, even the quicksand tells me with the
burden of my misery – I will not have any of you.
Where to turn, in the alleys of West Babylon
I sought out fights, my visage must be terrible
as even the thugs made excuse to be out of
This to receive as near as I must a punishment
for my slight of you.
Would not the oceans depths claim me as a
a permanent friend, would not your love slice
through the ribbons of my self-induced chagrin.
Perhaps back to Fire Island and its lighthouse,
stoic and tall perhaps a favorite of lovers who
seek darkness with some light, as upon my chest
you snuggled and giggled from earthly delights.
Hear a click of the lock then another and
another if my imagination holds true,
scrambling towards the top as the mighty light
turns unlocking the window and upon the round
I do stand, as before me lay sand embraced by
water so cold and deep – during day so peaceful
and blue, now, like the love in my heart lacking –
filled with holes like worm infested wood.
Perhaps you misunderstood my joy of a
chanced meeting with a newly found – thought
lost friend or perhaps the distance does, at
least for the time, lay claim upon two souls.
I see a dark abyss where once a beautiful light
shown – your face i see captured beauty,
your eyes a radiant goodness burning as pure
as the sun,
your lips beckon to meld and for that moment be
your hair as throw or roof that accepts my face
or covers us both with its beauty,
your ears that accepted my nibbles, pleas
of love, and were able to hear and to comfort
your hands found the best I could offer, while I
caressed and kissed yours,
your love that I valued and depended upon for
strength, for steadfast support that was strong
for your heart when it weakened,
your resolve as you stood by me before as we
sought to make a difference in our crumbling world,
your power to heal my heart when it was broken,
or massage it to health when it faltered from sorrow.
Perhaps all that is needed as the powerful divide
of the light plunged me into darkness – a quick step,
hold my breath as the embrace of sand brings forth
my last sleep.