ITS OVER

IT'S OVER
They said, "It's all over! "
I got up.
Put on my trampled coat.
And went on.
First I didn't make out -
Something was missing.
I started to ponder.
My memory was lost.
There were old pictures worn away
On the native walls.
The spots remained fresh.
The paint - moist and ever young -
Enraptured me with her breath.
I looked down to my feet.
Saw a worm
Hastening somewhere,
Twisting in its wormy way,
Keeping up the pace.
I, too, kept up the pace.
I discovered the beauty anew.
She was once a grief
Having been possessed a good many times.
The wind buffeted my face
With wrinkled palms.
Desolation.
I got everywhere.
Recollected old liberties.
Felt faint after precipitous turns.
I began to realize
I don't want to live
The new way.
A belated comet drew
Three words on the untamed sky,
"It's all over."
And I - lying in the earth
was humming
a forgotten tune about love.
Beautiful, isn't it?
Marin Angel