Poetry : Aftermath

Aftermath



In the ruins of our disagreement,

Digging the rubble for pieces

That we might still patch together,

She tells me

That the reason why

all those women of yesterday left me

is contained inside the shape of my flesh



and having heard this,

and this was last night

and still hearing the echoes of it now

like church bells tolling

for a funeral, I ask myself

why is she still with me?

Why does she still stay?

Perhaps, the answer is that

Like all those women

Of my yesterdays she too will,

One day, one night, or one afternoon

Or perhaps even without a sigh,

Abandon me.



And that is why

Immersed as I am in this sea

Of silence and loneliness where I hear

The sobs in my head,

I fold my clothes and tidy up my things,

Pack them into my travel bag

And with my pen I chart

The roads and highways of my map

Where I would soon be walking

With my shadow

The only one following me.