The last time I wept
For you, was on a damp
January night, my favorite
Hair clip shattered on the floor
A grand, contemptuous
Metaphor for my life.
My life
So carefully kept together
Has fallen apart in a second,
And my heart
Fell with a metallic
Sound, pieces I cannot fix
By perseverance.
I don’t recall for how long
I have convulsed on my pillow
Thus, but as I sit recalling at
This moment, my eyes run
Dry against my tender nature.
I tried to picture mildew
Resting on a leaf,
Perspiration on the inside
Of a bag of fresh bread
I’ve watched raindrops racing down
The window, for inspiration
Alas, to no use
The well was buried
The night has passed
Long as it was and
When dawn has powdered
Its blushed cheeks, my
Sorrow was over.
