Every Remnant
(Leonard Cohen-esque)
Stumbling, rumbling, mumbling
I fell
Like week old bread crumbs
From a widower’s hand.
Down in the park
Near dark, with sparks
Of daylight lingering
The night whispered over my shoulder.
There was nothing there
To tip me, trip me, rip me
But shadows sitting on empty benches
But fall I did and ripped in two.
Ripped in two
Apart from you
Became one again
Instead of two.
Somewhere in the distance
From some high rise ghetto dream
Came a trumpet, moaning low
Naming my pain without knowing my name.
Summing, succumbing and numbing
That pain with fire filled gin
I lay back in the night and cried like a baby
With no one to hold me and rock me to sleep.
When daybreak broke
I raised myself
And braced myself
And faced myself.
But all that was there
Was just the memory of you
The symmetry of you
That existed no more.
Love in the ashes
Of a fire that burned with a thousand flames
Is still no more than ash
From a burned out match.
Winds that race and run
And chase and gun
Their engines, have the power
To blow away that ash and every speck
And every remnant of that love.
And blow it did
And blow it does
Blew my hat into the gutter
And my heart down to dark despair.
Blaming you and damning you
And craving you and loving you
I stumbled back to city streets
All wet with rain
And streaked with pain
To pick up the pieces of my life again.
And the trumpet drones
And the trumpet groans
And the trumpet moans
The trumpet that is my soul….
©by Voo
December 1, 2012
10:01 p.m.
for my darling Leonard
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