Did I abandon
my body
when she grew tired
of nurturing all but herself?
Bitterness filling
a now fruitless womb.
How stale the taste of age
on the tongue of one who
longs for new.
Letting them go,
no easy task
for forever loving them.
Still I remember
the joy of their years
sharing that part of myself I see
leaving for an
unknown place.
Always bound
to taunt heartstrings
like a harp
the music slow and mournful
with a painful beauty of leaving
it all behind.
Still the echoes
fill the years-
Loving was not always easy
the emptiness it leaves-
.
In a darkened room
filled with shadows,
I gather memories,
stored
safe in the deepest marrow
