Perhaps
By FlatDaddy
She shared my victories
with joyful exhortations
and declarations of my greatness
when those victories at most
were worthy of soft pats
upon my back
and perhaps
a cold bottle of
Land Shark.
When blue was the only color
mood I could kindle
she was there with
grins and giggles,
Cheer enough to rattle
all the tombstones
in a cosmic cemetery
by the dancing of their charges
down below, toes tapping wildly
in their coffins.
In dark times she was Atlas,
bearing my cares on her slim shoulders,
laughing at such a simple task,
batting at my worries like pesky flies
til all my cares faded
into mist.
Together we fought demons
Together we slew dragons
Together we were Friends
No Foe could face.
And then she fell —
somewhere I did not know.
She must have fought some
unknown beast,
Some Deadly Thing,
Some Demon from
The Dark —
while I had stayed behind,
licking my slight wounds
from some poor
minor conflict.
Perhaps she thought her worries
were not worthy of my time.
Perhaps she thought her woes
were best faced alone.
Perhaps she sought to spare me
from some small conflict
not worthy of my time.
And faced the beast
alone.
My heart is rattled by nothings.
My right hand chases the left
in an unstoppable dance
with no music.
My head is stuffed with burlap
and my mind cannot fathom
where she is.
For weeks I have heard nothing.
For countless days my ears
are filled with silence
Time
refuses movement.
My thoughts, at last, boil down
to one:
She is gone.
And now my head is riddled by
Perhaps.
