Amen

“Don’t touch the curtains. Don’t switch on the light.”
She sat and smoked, wishing for the night
To ease her pain and to redeem her loss.
But he stood silent, still, which made it gross.
She knew no hate, she couldn’t bear him.
He was so close now, but he was so dim.
The liquid moon kept creeping through the dark.
She wished for owls more than for the lark.
The windows shut, no air in the room.
Another moment passed – and he would loom.
Another day to live without him,
Without eyes so sharp and bones so slim.
To let him go was the biggest loss.
He wouldn’t know. He would make it worse.
No love was lost between them, only hers.
The love for him became her wicked curse.
Her fall. Her pain – the one he wouldn’t feel.
Her lips were shut, protected by the seal –
The seal of knowledge and the seal of age.
He couldn’t let her out of her cage.
And as the night kept holding her awake,
She wished for something, which he couldn’t break, -
A heart of steel that wouldn’t feel the pain
Of losing him. She wished and wished. In vain!
For he was gone. But he had got her heart…
A hole in her breast, her mind apart.
He wouldn’t know. He would make it worse…
Was he her dream? Her torture? Or her curse?
Or Amen…

12/07/2015