he sits
in a room
void of life
his back to the open windows
virgin white sheers blow
the particles of his shattered life
blue walls wrapping
his slumped skeleton in the rigid chair
still he sits
staring at the cold hard floor
his lonely arms limp in his lap
he sits
and stares
but his eyes
are met with nothing
but emptiness
nothing on either side
of them
everything blank
and
he wonders
where it all went
those things that
are no more
that have ceased to exist
that have disappeared
from his sight
his hearing
his touch
his lips
from his very life
where are they now
her eyes
her lips
the sound of her
the feel of her
her love
her life
their life
and now
his own life
where are they now
without
her
and so
he sits
in a life
void
of all
*
for her
it had come upon her gradually
her vision was the first to go
the first to no longer behold
the image of him
as though he had been seized
held captive by the shadow world
her eyes no longer
to hold him
caress him
and then
it had come upon her mouth
her lips lost their succulent pout
drained of their fullness
their very life
lips that had once
tasted his sweet spirit
lips that knew
the secrets of his soul
her lips no longer
to taste him
and then
it had come upon her hearing
the loss of sound
sounds now in whispers
whispers stretched from afar
from yesterday
now straining struggling
to reach the shores
of her own soul
the soul she once had shared
with him
sounds now silent
and then
it had come gradually
upon her touch
fingers that once had
harbored his heart
that once cradled his soul
embraced his love
fingers whose unique prints
now were etched from his life
with the acid of time
touch no longer touching
next came the loss of smell
his body’s bouquet
his sweet smellin’ spirit
that once had lit the way
out of her own darkness
the fragrance of his love
now cast into a thousand
wisps of windblown time
and with the loss of these
these filaments of her
there remained only
her mind
and
her heart
her mind now splintered
into fragments
it too began to disintegrate
to dissolve
into tarnished memories
memories tainted by
that demon time
and so there now remained
only her heart
the heart that once
beat only to the rhythm of him
fading now into that forest
of forbidden love
the heart that once had beat
to the drums of ancient mariners
upon the shores of antiquity
HER heart
her heart whose life flow
was conjoined with his
her heart that beat
as one with his
now
without him
slowed to shallow pulses
flickering dimly in the night
of her sorrow
her heart that now
without him
broken and shattered
as it was
was destined
to go as well
to go
gradually
suffering the same fate as
all the other parts of her
disappearing into the dank void
of what had been
and so it was that
it came upon her gradually
upon herself
her SELF
was the last to go
to go gradually
no longer distinguishable
from the ruined remains
now littering the floor
of the blank
blue walls
that had
become
her
life
and
so
it is
