by Liam

The dignity of this sorrow lies between

Your sadness and my distress.

We had those struggles,

Interludes of passion too,

Before you went your way,

Hair wavering, eyes blistered with tears.

Anger tore up the flower garden in my heart,

Leaving sorrow, or was it sadness,

Clinging letter by letter to those few resilient weeds.

We tried again and again, but our holy ground was wasted.

Sorrow’s resignation is no place to plant love,

Sadness no place to accept happiness.

Captured in distress,

Caught in the quietude,

My reflection shattered.

My soul, which mattered,

Reached out into the still pool,

Where I found this

Pearl.

September 2019