There is a grief like a shadow that follows me around
I’ve seen it when the sun shines, even when the sun goes down
Once followed me to a country lane, trailed me back to town
Dare I turn to rid this dark cloud, dare I even start around
The shadow lifts as smoke from a burning cigarette
So close I come to think that maybe I can forget
Like O. Henry’s thieves trapped in their own net
This grief holds me ransom in the name of regret
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Oh damn, how he hurt me
While the drumbeat of desire pounded into my brain
He lost the rhythm;
All that remained floated in a detergent bubble
Blow it away – too late, it burst onto my flesh
And his, and hers, and theirs;
An attempted cleansing upon the landscape
Trouble digs with a plastic fork, splintering,
Hitting stone; eat the gleanings
Suffer not the innocent,
But the guilty
Let the ransom of two indebted hearts purchase
All that remains – starvation may ensue
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She’s come undone, in that way women do
when the light has left the day and
she’s had a drink or two.
She’ll unsheathe a dull sword on memories,
broken destinies and unwanted sympathies.
Nothing can soothe this grief,
a shot of bourbon withholds relief,
coursing down her throat its warmth is too brief.
Tears cannot fall from eyes of lies,
bitterness bound, even though she tries
Dammit! Must she seek approval to live her own life?
Bottoms up, one more to find that drunken shore,
release her sails for a land of plenty
Her treasures aren’t in things or diamond rings
or men whose promises are empty.