To Be Still In Love

To Be Still In Love

I can't see criss-cross crust of market-cooked lemon pie
Without imagining our hands held and once again wondering why.
Shivering in memory, I buy the pie and more
Eating ice cream always soothes my heart's open sore

Sighing hard as I head home to pie slice a la mode
Sighing so hard my collarbone cracks as if I might explode
In wonder: am I still in love?

Smelling her cloying clove aroma in the final break-up letter
Tactlessly betraying the last remnants of my trust
Charring thick emotions now to ashen soot and dust
For her I'd have given my path away
Content wherever her fickle whim lay

Now, sprawled on my kitchen table
Attention paid to chandeliers above
Lights dancing in celebratory shows
Against the darkness dangling
Over my head's hanging throes
As if in requiem

Will my friends & family find me finally
Resting my broken heart agreeing:
Peaceful inside, a happy tortoise hiding
Tacit acceptance of rigor mortis biting
In love I may be still.

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