I cannot miss you

I cannot miss your arms around me through the night, holding me close as we dream

I cannot miss your morning kisses, as we rise to greet the dawn together

I cannot miss the way you said, “I love you” – your eyes steadfast and true

No, I cannot miss you that way

I cannot miss what never was, only the memory of a hope of what never will be

Vindictive Bi-a-tch

With what words can I claim that pure hearts – once caste in shame – can redeploy as pilgrims in a new world defined by potential – in a word: undefinable

No new words come to aid me in this long journey beyond the point where last we touched lips, locked eyes, breathed together

No moment of clarity brightens my mornings, when each day I face the world without my friend – a dear accomplice who complies no more

Only ache and suffering reach out to hold me still, the solitary fascination with remembering softens and then renders again the horrible truth

Destruction of the ego at the hand of shame as regret creates a harvest for punishment’s glutton – the pity where we wallow – the feast of futility

Forgiveness is a myth told by Christians - for whereas the son of God may erase all wrongs upon request, the son of Man judges swiftly and executes evildoers most brutally