Thirteen and Then Some
I wonder, on this blue journey of exile
through the brambles of the bereft,
Had I known the sands bleeding down
the pinchpoint of our hourglass
could take their full measure
in a mere matter of weeks
rather than the unbound years
of my greatest dreams.
Would I have added another last dance?
Might I have held you a fraction more firmly
or slept entangled amid you for another instant?
Should I have whispered the words more softly?
Could I have stepped the first steps any better
or learned a prayer of healing for the unclean?
If only the sterling sieve that held
the store of our smattering of hours
would as quickly give away
the chaff that lingers without you,
then perhaps I’ll taste a sip of solace,
even if salted with a tear.
About the Poem
This poem is a bit of soul searching and self-examination in the wake of an ended relationship.
This poem is previously unpublished in print. This poem was finished November 27, 2008.