In Darkness
I've shut the closet doors on dangling arms
That once embraced me.
Skeletons of wool,
Which hang too lifeless, empty uniforms
Taunting vacant orbs which can't recall
A reason now for sight. And lips struck mute
Receive the retribution of a fool.
The ghostly shoes with idle tongues rebuke
The soulless air and swallow frozen steps
That puncture forbidden
walls of solitude.
And naked hangers' lined-up noiseless threats
Behind the doors, they laugh, accusing me.
What fool designs a life of endless regrets?
I watched you go, but now an amputee
Of love's blind union, too stunned to ask
the questions
Of your affair, a sordid fait
accompli.
From depths too deep comes one tormenting question:
How could I know? For wasn't I happy?
BBP96
Terza Rima