DEARLY UNPARTED
- Jul 3
- 1 min read
Updated: Jul 4
By Amelia Broome
Her wails pierce
The relentless tears persist
Pounding against soaked floorboards
Their obnoxious thuds deafening
She, unmoving
For a time, I had lain beside her
Too, consumed in ceaseless grief
Fixed on the past state
Mourning those I’d met and those I hadn’t
Places I’d been and would never see
Mourning myself
But that time has passed.
The ring gripped onto her finger
A tightly bound noose
Choking but not killing
Taunting as I thrash
Bound and suspended
A puppet strung in its tight, playful clutch
Shackles under the guise of affection
An unholy contract
Carved in the flesh to scar
Eternity buried in the fine print
Ah, my captor stirs
Shrill pleas for my return
For our reunion
The punchline to Death’s cruellest joke.