eulogy

the final nail has been driven in

–> forged of cold steel

frozen as your breath on my neck.

icy as words, your vernacular

frigid as the things you fail to say.

still gathering

   all these days later

paying homage, tribute

but in tainted verses

                                                words unaware of this axiom of us

 mementos valued far beyond their significance

  souvenirs tossed asunder

       > half truths  <

filtered out one way or another

from the experience itself

reincarnation no longer anything but

    another wretched thing we believed in

everything flat lines

done.

call it.

words, vessels passing cargo between us

our ports of perspective will not accept.

over now.

                                fait.

                fatto.

what started as a vision

…a dream…

beautiful, sweet bliss

rotted on the vine

                unappreciated

undernourished

killed at the hands of blame and her cohorts

jealousy, anger, pride.

All that is left to do is wait.

there is no memorial that creates true vision;

no way to paint with the darkness and light and capture

the nuances of  truth; actuality

how good things once were (a fantasy now)

how bad they were (a hypothesis, a theory)

never the two shall meet.

this  vision of our past is blurred

cataracts, tiny traces  left behind

little pieces here and there;

promises not kept

hopes unfulfilled.