elegy.

suffocation comes in many
forms
I think to myself as I
choke the life
out of her memory.

merely fighting for the right
to write her into
the universe at large
was a struggle at times:
david v. goliath amongst
the nouns and the verbs.

action, reaction
sometimes speculate as
to the
where
when
wha?
but rarely, if ever
resolve with the final
chord of the
symphony

how was I to know a journey
that involved a
whole lot of nothing
would reap such rewards?

here…
now…
in the twilight,
her form takes shape
scattered among the trees
and I wonder
as I watch her move in and out
towards me,
away from me,
and towards me again
why I hadn’t thought
of this sooner…