AUTUMN. THE WAY
Autumn. The way a relationship dies
leaf by leaf, rooted in the earth
and everywhere reaching for nothing
like the delinquent light of unbeseechable stars.
There’s more dignity in the darkness
than folly in the light
and for some reason among humans
tears are more indelible than laughter
though it takes both to open the heart like a bird
and sing like a downed powerline
gone snakey off its cross.
Why long backwards for things that have passed
or addict yourself to a junkmail emotion
now that the sale you thought would never end
is over and the leaves, the spent leaves
are falling like flyers, rain-cheques, coupons and receipts?
The moon pops up. You delete it like spam.
Does it matter who
stepped off into the darkness of the great beyond
espousing a sidereal future
and who stayed alone by the fire with the past?
When was it your rosaries turned into chainsaws,
do you remember the night, the precise moment
you went under your next breath like an anaesthetic
and the moon removed your heart like a scalpel
and the gaping emptiness that was left
struck you like the dark satori of a wound?
You’ll never get over it.
You’ll never be the same again.
You’ll watch the leaves falling
and won’t know who to blame.