Who Was That Woman, Anyway?
For almost half the
years I've been alive
That time was spent together with some soul
I thought I knew but guess just as a wife
Whom, gratitude, I'd prayed, might yet make whole.
Her quiet servitude and patient care
Did lull me to security I yearned.
The peacefullness imagined to be there
Erupted in volcanic rage unearned.
One day when least expected she was gone
And emptiness descended 'pon my house
For life's dark dusk did draw that deadly dawn
With ne'er a word nor whisper from her mouth.
Why would she not communicate one thought?
How could I trade my everything for nought?
Winter, 2005
Flemington, NJ