It's never over
You are a sigh
that echoes and lingers
long after the rainbow
has faded.
There is a tear in your soul
that waxes and withers
in winter’s cold dawning,
intoxicated.
The wrinkle in your heart
glares from the dark
scorching and fluxing,
like nothing.
You should have come over.
I am too old not to know
how to keep good love
from going wrong.
Everyone has someone
even if they wake up with
no one.
Every tree bears fruit
even if the robins don’t sing.
It’s never over.
It singes the flesh
like opium.
Flummoxes the spirit
like vice.
Cracks the bones
in mindless torture.
Besieging
tormenting
yet blissfully
awaking.
It comes and goes
like nobody knows.
It ebbs and flows
in seasons’ throes.
But it’s never done.
And it’s not too late
to break free and run.
Denn A. Meneses
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