Moments, years

I am the one who flew the skies

to land within a state of mind

that stayed for many moments, years,

unwilling to depart.

But today it’s moved off to the side

and sits there crying like a bride

jilted at the alter

and I speak to it so many times

and say this really will not do.

Soon, I think, it has to die

for who can cry like jilted brides

for many moments, years,

without the will to welcome in

one last and final breath.

Perhaps then I’ll cry for it

for many moments, years,

until compassion and empathy

moves off to the side ...

and sits there crying

like a jilted bride!