Wildly through the torrent of a thousand
Tears.
A million people may have died this year alone
My pain is not that tragic
How come your airplane crashed into the tower of my
Heart, leaving the steel-reinforced concrete in rubble
At your feet.
I am in shock.
I cannot say one word in
my behalf.
My mouth says "why," only
?why?
Later, I will know that's useless
What's done is done. But now I
Stand in ruins.
A year away my happiness has fled into another
Galaxy maybe someone there can make good use
Of it. I thought I did.
Happiness is not to be enjoyed in retrospect
Through tears.
(c)Wendy Donahue
published in Skipping Stones 2003
and in Ripples
Mindworm Press, Chesapeake, VA
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