CLEARLY ESTRANGED

CLEARLY

 
 

                      ESTRANGED

"Love doesn't exist, don't try to fool yourself..."

She let out in the same tiresome tone of late.

"... little moments,
that constrain the soul,
but...
The inevitable instant arrives-
they all become,
forgetfulness
mute in indifference.
Lost,
trapped within a
dubious ether,
of both
our good intentions...

One more-
One more fading piece
of furniture-
blurry glimpses race by,
abandoned, tossed,
Agonizing a slow death
alongside some paved road,
spent of all you used to value,
-with nothing left to offer.


Unraveling little by little,
thread after thread,
With,
every stern wind,
With,
everything we said to each other.
Lost in...
the wind
Lost
they flutter off.
Words are air and a drop in water,
Under the relentless sun
a desert,
that seems to
become, so much
larger each day.


Trapped
In our shared, dream,
Trapped,
In a sweet desire,
In a fantasy-
were
Once upon a time
there was an afternoon,
where I felt loved,
and maybe...

         so, did you."

Sköl!!
Hrafnar Árgeir

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Footnotes
1  If you will, it happened on the tail end of a particularly hot, humid beach day. My wife and myself lay together on a comfortable, cushy old bamboo sofa beneath the shade. Bare feet entangled as the sun went down on Tonchigüe beach, Ecuador. The idea that she had fell out of love had coldly become accepted somewhere inside me. She had finished saying to me how I shouldn't fool myself, how love doesn't exist.
We interrupt upon the last few stanzas of a culminating poem, ignorant of what was said before. Which ends on the hope that it wasn't all a lament full shame, that she in a different time did feel the same...