Complacency

Posted by yseult on May 22, 2009 in Poetry, Writing | 0 comments

Has it already started then?
That place of the inbetween when silence replaces whatever was there first.
Commitment, companionship, proximity… love.

Once and for all?
For ever and ever?
Over longer or shoter, harder or sensible,
over time and over that space that’s already expanding,
over hearts and stone,
blood and that visceral heartbeat that is the most solitary thing,
there is a change to come.

Soon. And when it’s done.

There will be nothing left.
Of that link. Bond. Heart.

Those oathes, these vows, this ring, this finger.

There won’t be anything but this insurmountable silence,
that unbearable weight of nothing at all.
When nothing’s wrong, and nothing needs to be shared.

Just another day in paradise.