Stones tumbled smooth
by my river of tears
have built the tomb
I buried joy in.
Time with its rusted hands
no longer counts the minutes
to sunrise, but stays frozen
at the hour of our goodbye.
I am divided in half, weakened
by alone. Yesterday squeezes my lungs
preventing the breath of tomorrow
from resuscitating the dreams
we planted there.
My melancholy is an albatross
driving empathy from my door.
Even the bravest soul will not cross
the threshold to greet my pain for
fear of its attachment.
If there is any hope, let it find me.
I am weary from pacing this stone
mausoleum listening for your hands
to unbolt its lock.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
Written from the inspiration of the poet Claribel Alegria showcased by Grace at Real Toads. Sunday Mini-Challenge ~ Claribel Alegria