Late Lamentations

Late Lamentations
(February 11)

Today I decided to visit
my summer ghost,
the one I abruptly killed,
causing myself a pain I never
imagined feeling for a being
that never belonged to this mad world of mine,
even before taking from him
the make-believe life
that, in my dreams,
I had promised.

I screamed, bled streams,
I took my own life as well,
singing an off-key melancholy song.

And, as so often happens,
I rose in silence,
crossed the door to my
already ghostly world.
I found myself facing an immense painting
clumsily rendered
in white paint.
It was familiar, yet I wouldn’t call it
welcoming. Not anymore.

I decided to stay and paint:
a new marvelous world
or, perhaps, my new cemetery
of ghosts.

- suki