Trying To Finish A Sonnet At Le Pain Quotidien

Trying To Finish A Sonnet At Le Pain Quotidien

Death has aged us, Martha.
They’ll be re-casting the actors, I’ve heard:
They say they want it to be faithful,
“True to life,” they say.

 

Each day I find another thing I’ve lost, Martha,
Pairs I assumed were whole since one was there,
And visible. 
But now, 
Unpacking at the new place we cannot
Find the original, only the friend we bought it.

 

Today’s a quiet pain,
Like that slow-burning wood they make
That keeps its shape a while in the fire place and then is
Ashes all at once.

 

Martha, you never warned me love would have a cost!
Although, of course, we both already knew.

 

 

Großes Schererportrait – Ernst Ludwig Kirchner
you never call, you never write...

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you never call, you never write...

(get in touch!)