Arrest
Dead
I had thought -
gone away, evaporated
my penchant for poetry
ebbed permanently...
How ironic
it seems now
that words flow easily
articulating my torment
as love departs
He was
someone I believed
a fantasy, entrusted
only transient
slipped away
Alive
I surmised
my heart, filled
gloriously happy
has flooded
over and
killed
the very
source of affection
his attentions
elsewhere
now...
k.e.cline, 9/11/99
for n.e.l.