TO LOVE OR NOT TO LOVE
by anne marie trewolla
I walk this path only once,
the drumming of my pulse to remind me I shall never love again.
I gaze at the colorless moon in reverie and confusion,
too empty to even cry.
'Tis the walkway pebble strewn with unspent tears
that crunch beneath bare feet?
The cutting edges jagged like broken crystal,
red with the spillage of its rendered beats?
My vision is obscured by what I cannot see
but within the canvas of my thoughts gone gray.
I drown in the inner mist of this tearing journey,
too late to say I cannot love.
Through this passage of time,
a breath of aromatic remembrances surrounds me,
I cannot loathe what has made my heart come alive,
or I shall completely die.
I have loved but once and so it shall remain through life,
until my breath be stilled and I am no more.
I have lost the foothold of my trembling hands
and know I have loved for a lifetime.