bluerain

felt the warmth of the sun on my brow

as I stared inanely from my porthole

not searching for anything

just watching them spectre pass by

and they never say hello

dead like the void

you have left in me

yet oddly enough

things get listless

and though lifeless they maybe

i refuse to surrender

from the pall that is winter

intermittently glad

that the tears have dried up

if i were greek

i would have prayed for anteros

hoping that i will be avenged

and perhaps ease the gnawing that i confuse

for something like affection

i told myself to forget

and yet the voice in my head was asking

why forget? how would you fail to remember?

you long to be possessed

you long to be sought

yet like the ardour of orpheus

ours was a tragedy from the start

I often wondered why

aphrodite was never lauded

now I understand

for what she wrought was deadly and hurtful

oh, if she only knew

I shall never linger for you

so I’ll try

and let the sun burn my brow

for nothing

not even the cold winter sun

can deaden the ache

caused by a bare cavity

where a heart is missed

- bluerain