IT'S OVER

They said, "It's all over! "

I got up.

Put on my trampled coat.

And went on.

First I didn't make out -

Something was missing.

I started to ponder.

My memory was lost.

There were old pictures worn away

On the native walls.

The spots remained fresh.

The paint - moist and ever young -

Enraptured me with her breath.

I looked down to my feet.

Saw a worm -

Hastening somewhere,

Twisting in its wormy way,

Keeping up the pace.

I, too, kept up the pace.

I discovered the beauty anew.

She was once a grief -

Having been possessed a good many times.

The wind buffeted my face

With wrinkled palms.

Desolation.

I got everywhere.

Recollected old liberties.

Felt faint after precipitous turns.

I began to realize -

I don't want to live

The new way.

A belated comet drew

Three words on the unnamed sky,

"It's all over."

And I - lying in the earth -

was humming

a forgotten tune about love.

Beautiful, isn't it?