Of laughter lost … … and smiles regained

Of laughter lost …

The evening was dark
He walked purposefully to his endless nowhere.
The road – dreary and glum
The destination after the self-flagellation
Will be bright. – that promise dying
Every minute, the second it was born .

He saw the mind’s eye taking her away
He moved into oblivion, to picked up in leisure
He moaned his insignificance.
He wrapped himself in self-pity
That thick blanket from the cold.

The weight of the blanket
caused his shoulders to droop.
The warmth of the blanket not reaching his body
His bones rattled on
His shadow tiny and grotesque
In the light of the street lamp

The chants from this lips
Promised him heavens in the afterlife
And in his loud rending voice from
Buoyed with the ripping of his soul
He sent up a prayer, for her

… and smiles regained

(II)

Her smile awaken him
He turned so she wouldn’t see him smile
Pleased she had missed it.
But at her very glimpse
All his darkness had seeped into the drain
As water finding it’s level
From great depths – swoosh!

But he fanned the fumes for her to see?
He found her the hardest to move further from
He moaned his inability
He leaned on her like a limbless on his crutch.
Oh right, he turned his mustachio up to show
He was brave, his machoness was not just stupid.
All vain and still very stupid!

He melted in the touch of her hands.
Cameras from highrises looked into the depths
Of their restless hearts.
His burning hell lying deep inside
Froze over into warm cinder
All the cobble stones blossoming into delicate flowers
To hold their feet.

The handsome dog danced her delight from
Across the roads
The less-loved famished creature
Allowing him undiluted warmth
He saw in her eyes the glades of their memories
His caressing hands on her warm fur had
Borne him many cold morning before.
Today she was happy to watch him go by
The wagging tail soon a full bodied
Gyration of delight.

He let the fumes of the days before
Stay on and stain his beloved
His voice bitter, wrapped in tears and pain
Of his mind’s many, many dark corners.

He held her hands and felt life flow into him
He glowed in her giving.
Burning streaks of his torment fast fading
He clung on longer
His damned yesterdays dust wind, and tomorrows blind
He breathed his today.

He saw the weight she bore much after she
Smiled her bye and turned the corner.
He however light and unburdened
And wearing his stupid smile.

Drank full as greedily as the
Desert sands the first rains.
Even if tomorrow comes
And yesterdays die
Today her smile was nectar divine.

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