CLEARLY ESTRANGED

CLEARLY

 
 

                      ESTRANGED

"Love doesn't exist, don't try to fool yourself..."

She let out in the same tiresome tone of late.

"... little moments,
that constrain the soul
but then...
The inevitable instant
finally arrives-
where everything shared
suddenly becomes emptiness,
forgetfulness-
wrapped within
a mute indifference.


Lost,
trapped, we're
swallowed in sour kisses,
in a dubious ether,
weighed down,
with
our best intentions...


Simple as absurd,
Just one more fading
piece of furniture-
abandoned, tossed.
Forgotten.
Blurry glimpses of-
people racing by.


Anguished in a slow death
alongside a forgotten highway,
spent of all you value,
-with nothing left to offer.


Unraveling little by little,
thread by thread.
With,
every stern wind,
we endured.
With,
everything that was said.
The desert still,
stretching, expanding
us further apart.
A day at a time.


Trapped
In our shared dream,
Trapped,
In a sweet desire,
In a fantasy-
were
Once upon a time
there was an afternoon,
where I felt loved,
and maybe...
so, did you."

Sköl!!
Hrafnar Árgeir

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Footnotes
1  If you will, it happened on the tail end of a particularly hot, humid beach day. My wife and myself lay together on a comfortable, cushy old bamboo sofa beneath the shade. Bare feet entangled as the sun went down on Tonchigüe beach, Ecuador. The idea that she had fell out of love had coldly become accepted somewhere inside me. She had finished saying to me how I shouldn't fool myself, how love doesn't exist.
We interrupt upon the last few stanzas of a culminating poem, ignorant of what was said before. Which ends on the hope that it wasn't all a lament full shame, that she in a different time did feel the same...