Once Gone, Gone

 

Neither is it love nor the lack of it.

Neither is it trust nor the lack of it

It seemed so easy to dismiss before.

A day dawns with casting shadows

Foretelling harsh quietness of evening 

The blind heart awakens to see

Hurting mist seeping vile all over

The heart in veiled confusion

Finds no path back to pre-dawn’s calm

When all was well and nice and warm

It had all been for naught

The hand is writing on the wall

 

Neither evil, mind you, nor unjust

Meaningless, futile and un-reclaimable

Not confidence nor the lack of it

Neither is it faithfulness nor the lack of it

It is respect and the lack of it

That fells hour-glass and spills sand

 

Stealing all heart chamber drama

Never sucked back in like soda thru a straw

Nothing left for tomorrow.

It is finished.