The Passage: An Enigmatic Odyssey of Sorrow and Yearning

The Passage

Tungsten tear drops,
from your puffy eyes,
did that just happen?
(In private, I cry.)

I cannot believe it,
why?
Yesterday we were,
now –
Robbed of sleep,
we don’t feel
the hunger pangs.
Who am I,
our purpose without you?

It’s like a prank,
I give up.
I cannot change,
change what?

Oh gosh!
A gush of doting memories,
clawing us afloat.

Poem: Already Done: Reflections on the Inevitable