Two for you

Slumped in a silent chair,
the transgressing lines on her face
sing the melancholy song of a love
that was lost.
“I’ve been busy
waiting for you,
and you’ve been busy
Forgetting me.”
Words,
her burden
Silence,
her safe haven.
Uncried tears flow inside
quelling the passive rage.
“Goodbye,”
perched on her lips
but it will not fly,
burdened by her spirits
she cannot give it leave.
Instead it clings
like the residue of kiss,
so precious, yet so futile.
Loneliness awaits its departure.
What good are memories?
simply devices to avoid reality,
a personal time machine logged in our thoughts.
Cloaking herself in unhappiness
she hazards out into the free world.


Now thrown back into the gene pool
a breeding ground for the undesirables.
Her barren womb
now lay fallow,
for no seed
will ever take root
in this parched land,
killing all the birds and bees
from the moon to the swinging trees.