It weighs us down, this past life we can’t escape.
Not for lack of wanting have I tried to let go,
not for lack of desire, regardless of this heart’s fire–
for only, if only, I could find the peace that comes
with moving on, moving forward, and away
from the chains of your love, I would surrender
my heart to the fire and let it turn to ash
and leave it where I stand in this here and now;
but you bind me, knowingly, willfully, painfully
against my will, and it leaves me wondering:
who is it really that can’t move on?
Who is it really that hangs onto a past
that neither of us want, that for all its greatness
and glory and bright burning love we would
smother with hate and contempt and…
…worst of all….


…and that darkness smothers you, your light, your life,
while stagnating mine, despite your feigned well-wishes
and the measures of pretense you offer a world that
always saw you for who you are, even when I could not;
but we must move, else we die, whether it is the heart,
the soul, the mind, or the body—life can be lived
in only one direction: forward. And I must go, with
or without you, with or without the weight of your hate,
else I will cease to be.

And you,
left behind in your own inertia
will be alone.


It weighs much, this life.
The burden of blood and bone
at times unbearable
and a soul, wearied by wars
it did not want, the onslaught
of living that was not asked for,
turns westward and to twilight,
longingly gazing at the dying day
and the peace that must surely
wait in that place beyond the horizon;
even if it were only stillness unresolved,
where light lingers as shadows,
it would be enough–
to rest, to sleep, to end the conflict
of life, to find freedom
from the fetters of the flesh
and return to the comfort and
embrace of the empty void……

…and yet, this curse, immortality…


It is resolution hanging in the air,
out of reach but you can see it there,
the fall back to them because only they know,
it’s the words they don’t offer and the torture of hope:
the hope that there is a line that yet exists,
the chance that those feelings yet persist,
that they too have held onto it long enough,
and that there is an end to unresolved love.