Every Remnant

 

Every Remnant

(Leonard Cohen-esque)

Stumbling, rumbling, mumbling

I fell

Like week old bread crumbs

From a widower’s hand.

Down in the park

Near dark, with sparks

Of daylight lingering

The night whispered over my shoulder.

There was nothing there

To tip me, trip me, rip me

But shadows sitting on empty benches

But fall I did and ripped in two.

Ripped in two

Apart from you

Became one again

Instead of two.

Somewhere in the distance

From some high rise ghetto dream

Came a trumpet, moaning low

Naming my pain without knowing my name.

Summing, succumbing and numbing

That pain with fire filled gin

I lay back in the night and cried like a baby

With no one to hold me and rock me to sleep.

When daybreak broke

I raised myself

And braced myself

And faced myself.

But all that was there

Was just the memory of you

The symmetry of you

That existed no more.

Love in the ashes

Of a fire that burned with a thousand flames

Is still no more than ash

From a burned out match.

Winds that race and run

And chase and gun

Their engines, have the power

To blow away that ash and every speck

And every remnant of that love.

And blow it did

And blow it does

Blew my hat into the gutter

And my heart down to dark despair.

Blaming you and damning you

And craving you and loving you

I stumbled back to city streets

All wet with rain

And streaked with pain

To pick up the pieces of my life again.

And the trumpet drones

And the trumpet groans

And the trumpet moans

The trumpet that is my soul….

©by Voo

December 1, 2012

10:01 p.m.

for my darling Leonard