Love is a Recluse

 

 

 

 

 

 

Her weary unfocused eyes

 

languished for hours

 

upon the  troublesome shadows

 

that arrived and kept arriving

 

uninvited and unwelcomed

 

 

However, not all the wraiths

 

were unfamiliar

 

to the echoing voice that whispered

 

in her ear –

 

“Why are you still here”

 

 

 

 

 

The room was not unfurnished

 

nevertheless it was remote;

 

emotionless

 

empty and hollow

 

as a lover’s broken promise

 

 

 

The windows were unfettered

 

naked as condemned soul

 

the glass panes dulled with a glaze

 

so that the sunlight diffused into vapory auras

 

of ghostly images

 

vestiges of the many days

 

that had fallen away

 

and that now, return to sit in wake

 

 

 

 

 

Wooden floors covered with dust of despair

 

marked and scraped by the endless pacing

 

of madness gone desperate

 

seeking a way out

 

 

 

There are two doors; both unlocked

 

yet, neither door opens out

 

allowing in only that that she fears most

 

 

 

 

She sits and holds her eyes

 

blankly staring

 

into her mind

 

looking for her past

 

while her insanity ignores

 

the question, “Why are you still here”

 

 

 

 

Her beauty was once her guise

 

that invited in her desires -

 

now it drapes over her

 

to shroud her remorse

 

and to spurn anyone’s touch

 

 

 

 

 

Her gentleness was once filled with music

 

verse and poetry

 

now it disavows itself from her thoughts

 

cursing in anger the one question of regret-

 

 

 

“Why are you still here”