Poems of an aching heart

It was Tennyson who wrote:

"It is better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all".

But why the hell does it hurt so much?


WHEN ALL IS OVER:

Like a dream
you are -
a shadow
of someone real;
but once I've lost
my dream
I won't
know you again
if you came back,
'cause your shadow
would not show
in the darkness
that is around me.



GRAND FINALE

The curtain fell;
the Grand Finale
of knowing you again
played -
the taste of pleasing you
that stayed;
ah, yes, fulfilled
as I know you to be;
but, when the curtain dropped
I took off my face
and became, once more
the longing, lonely, me.



TOMORROW

When I wake up
tomorrow
I will not remember today -
for sleep has washed
from my helpless mind
the memory of despair,
of the white walls
and blind eyes -
of lips without a sound
to reach my ears
hurting from the screaming
silence.


SANCTUARY

The day is dying
the last of the sun
casts a final
golden blessing
onto the weary:
a promise for tomorrow
a kiss for the lonely,
its velvety caress
warming my soul,
keeping me safe
in my room, my womb,
my sanctuary.