It's a thing that corrodes the soul
when the person you love the most in the world
has decided that you are wrong
and unforgivable.
I sit quietly with music playing in my headphones
on a park bench
with the willow trees swaying
and people and their dogs running and walking by.
A sort of peace fills me
as the wind talks to my skin
and George Winston's music fills my mind
but I'm empty and most of me is gone.
Corroded, bleached, driven down, hammered into absence.
I think, "What am I interested in? What's different?"
and nothing responds.
The one with the passions has gone.
Having the one you love most in the world
feel this way about you
breaks the mirror in which you have seen yourself
and felt loved.
And then there is the empty silence and your stomach.
In the sky, an enormous cloud with shafts of sunlight pouring through it
and a bird winging its way across the tableaux
but my stomach says to fear everything.
It is good that I'm not an insecure person
with deep self-esteem issues
or I would have crumbled before this
corrosion and disdain long ago.
But, it's faded me
and crawls about in my stomach
and leaves me without ambitions
or dreams.
25Feb10
gallagher
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