Content, Failure


Author’s note: I hate writing these poems. They’re like eulogies for dead relationships, and each one is a monument to failure.

How does one mourn the death of a dream?
And abandon the hopes of a future unseen?

How did this happen? How did it die?
What frightful event caused its demise?

It happened slowly with a single, swift stroke
A ludicrous question, which was really a joke.

Plans made in earnest, with highest ambition
Now futile and useless, like wet ammunition.

I ask foolish questions, for the “how” and the “why”
When I hear the same answers ‘neath fall’s sullen skies.

“You arrived here too late, you weren’t quite the One,”
“Another displaced you; don’t fret, you’ll find someone.”

Years have gone by, since I last found myself here
Since I lowered my guard, and let one soul draw near.

“Keep out – Condemned”, the dusty sign reads,
Its message half-covered by overgrown weeds.

I long ago left this sorrowful site,
And vowed to ne’er return, try as I might.

But again I sit here, with nothing to show
As hope bleeds out crimson, and covers the snow.

Purging the pain from this center mass hole,
I slowly rebuild what remains of my soul.

Gone are the mem’ries of dark laughing eyes,
The kilowatt smile, framed in the thrill of surprise.

Soft, wavy hair delightfully teased
Blown ever so gently by each passing breeze.

Athletically built, yet smallish in frame
Built for embraces, just never mine again.

As I stand up to leave, and for the last time I pray
I can’t help but wonder if it will happen that way.