Lost In The Great What If
Adrian Began Writing At Two-Thirty...Not A Second before The Gin Hit
Numbing His Mind. Rubbing His Eyes, He Inhaled And Let His Cig Spit
Orange Emberrs On The Dismembered Corpse Of His Body Of Work
A Frankenstein Monnster Of Drunken Incoherennnce. A Partly Bezerk,
Partly Absurb Rantiing In A Rhetorical, Metaphorical Shell
He Took A Sip, "Why The Hell Do I Torture Myself???"
Dust Flakes-Sized Apparitions Moved Through The Moonbeams,
Settling On His Desk And Accumulating On His Scattered Few Things
Reflecting, They Illuminated Her Portrait With Ethereal Light
Sarah. His Girl. His Wife.
"Where Now...Now, Where Does She Shine???"
Letting The Thought Linger ~ He Discarded The First Draft,
Twisting The Symbol Of Forever He Still Wore On His Fourth Finger
Now, Numb And Tired, He Sat Uninspired...A Mere Poet Without Words
The Clock Read Two Thirty-One, Another Minute In A Forever Without Her
And From The Back Of His Mind, She Whispered
...And He Tapped Out A Line
"Sarah Entered In A Black Dress, Flaunting It's Strapless Design."
And With That
She Stepped In The Room, With A Cigarette And Serpenntine Smile
The Black Dress Hugged Her With The Ebony Curves Of The Nile
Adrian Stared In Subdued Elation. The Tears Came And He Batted His Lids.
"Write Something About My Lips."
So Thats What He Did.
**************
"It's Getting Worse, Man," Adrian Stared Into His Coffee Cup
As His Best And Oldest Friend, Tim, Responded Softly,
"What???"
"It's Like She's Actually There. Fuck, I Can Still Smell Her.
If I Wasn't To Busy...Writing, I Probably Could Of Felt Her!!!"
Tim Exhaled And Dropped In His Seat,
"It's The Process Of Grief
It's Been A Year. This Is The Hardest It'll Probably Be."
Adrian Nodded, Grabbing Two More Cream And Sugar Packets.
"It's Natural," Tim Reassured,
"You're Just Wondering About What Could've Happened."
"The Great What If..." Adrian Muttered
"Like, What If Our Love For Each Other Came Back???"
"Yeah," Tim Smiled Weakly, "Something Like That."
**************
The Next Night, He Couldn't Wait And Began Writing At Nine O' Clock.
Same Gin, Same Cigerette, Same Moonlight, Same Writers Block.
This Time She Slank In Wearing A Gown, Dipped In Sad Blues.
His Heart Skipped A Beat, Scatting To Thelonius Riffs And Jazz Tunes.
"Write About How You Love Me"
And With That, His Hands Danced Over the Typewriter Like Piano Keys
Constructing A Symphony Of Anguish, Poetic Language And Imagery.
With A Steady Diet Of Nicotiene, He Fedd Off Her Empty Energy
Only To Waste Away, Succumbing To Loneliness And It's Cold Flames
And As Time Continued, ADrian Befan Retreating Into His Own Brain.
**************
"Just be Careful," Tim Said, "Nothings More Eternal Than Love."
And Adrian Looked Up, His Coffee Long Having Turned Into Sludge.
"You Can Get Lost In The Memory"
Grief Is Such A Tangible Thing
And Once It's Got A Hold, It's hard To Break Like A Manacle Link
I've Seen People Lost In It. Suffocated And Drowned.
In The End, They Dont Evey Try
They Just Let It Take Them Down
"Tim..."
"No, Adrian, Please...I'm Just Scared.
This Great What If???Get In, Get Out....You Don't Wanna Live There.
**************
When They Found Adrian, He Was Nothing But A Shell
His Books In The Thousands Lay On The Floor, Hundreds On The Shelves
He Wrote Till The Ink Ran Dry, Following The Siren's Song Of Grief.
And In The Back Of His Mind, He'd Finally Tied Onto Somber Peace.
Now Comatose-No Matter The Reason, Or How It Seemed To Be Absurd
Adrian Could Now Spend Forever, Never Separate From The Memory Of Her
**************
He Left Solemn, Walking Into The Heart Broken Night Time.
As The Sky Refused To Let Go, Painting Memorials In Twilight
Numbing His Mind. Rubbing His Eyes, He Inhaled And Let His Cig Spit
Orange Emberrs On The Dismembered Corpse Of His Body Of Work
A Frankenstein Monnster Of Drunken Incoherennnce. A Partly Bezerk,
Partly Absurb Rantiing In A Rhetorical, Metaphorical Shell
He Took A Sip, "Why The Hell Do I Torture Myself???"
Dust Flakes-Sized Apparitions Moved Through The Moonbeams,
Settling On His Desk And Accumulating On His Scattered Few Things
Reflecting, They Illuminated Her Portrait With Ethereal Light
Sarah. His Girl. His Wife.
"Where Now...Now, Where Does She Shine???"
Letting The Thought Linger ~ He Discarded The First Draft,
Twisting The Symbol Of Forever He Still Wore On His Fourth Finger
Now, Numb And Tired, He Sat Uninspired...A Mere Poet Without Words
The Clock Read Two Thirty-One, Another Minute In A Forever Without Her
And From The Back Of His Mind, She Whispered
...And He Tapped Out A Line
"Sarah Entered In A Black Dress, Flaunting It's Strapless Design."
And With That
She Stepped In The Room, With A Cigarette And Serpenntine Smile
The Black Dress Hugged Her With The Ebony Curves Of The Nile
Adrian Stared In Subdued Elation. The Tears Came And He Batted His Lids.
"Write Something About My Lips."
So Thats What He Did.
**************
"It's Getting Worse, Man," Adrian Stared Into His Coffee Cup
As His Best And Oldest Friend, Tim, Responded Softly,
"What???"
"It's Like She's Actually There. Fuck, I Can Still Smell Her.
If I Wasn't To Busy...Writing, I Probably Could Of Felt Her!!!"
Tim Exhaled And Dropped In His Seat,
"It's The Process Of Grief
It's Been A Year. This Is The Hardest It'll Probably Be."
Adrian Nodded, Grabbing Two More Cream And Sugar Packets.
"It's Natural," Tim Reassured,
"You're Just Wondering About What Could've Happened."
"The Great What If..." Adrian Muttered
"Like, What If Our Love For Each Other Came Back???"
"Yeah," Tim Smiled Weakly, "Something Like That."
**************
The Next Night, He Couldn't Wait And Began Writing At Nine O' Clock.
Same Gin, Same Cigerette, Same Moonlight, Same Writers Block.
This Time She Slank In Wearing A Gown, Dipped In Sad Blues.
His Heart Skipped A Beat, Scatting To Thelonius Riffs And Jazz Tunes.
"Write About How You Love Me"
And With That, His Hands Danced Over the Typewriter Like Piano Keys
Constructing A Symphony Of Anguish, Poetic Language And Imagery.
With A Steady Diet Of Nicotiene, He Fedd Off Her Empty Energy
Only To Waste Away, Succumbing To Loneliness And It's Cold Flames
And As Time Continued, ADrian Befan Retreating Into His Own Brain.
**************
"Just be Careful," Tim Said, "Nothings More Eternal Than Love."
And Adrian Looked Up, His Coffee Long Having Turned Into Sludge.
"You Can Get Lost In The Memory"
Grief Is Such A Tangible Thing
And Once It's Got A Hold, It's hard To Break Like A Manacle Link
I've Seen People Lost In It. Suffocated And Drowned.
In The End, They Dont Evey Try
They Just Let It Take Them Down
"Tim..."
"No, Adrian, Please...I'm Just Scared.
This Great What If???Get In, Get Out....You Don't Wanna Live There.
**************
When They Found Adrian, He Was Nothing But A Shell
His Books In The Thousands Lay On The Floor, Hundreds On The Shelves
He Wrote Till The Ink Ran Dry, Following The Siren's Song Of Grief.
And In The Back Of His Mind, He'd Finally Tied Onto Somber Peace.
Now Comatose-No Matter The Reason, Or How It Seemed To Be Absurd
Adrian Could Now Spend Forever, Never Separate From The Memory Of Her
**************
He Left Solemn, Walking Into The Heart Broken Night Time.
As The Sky Refused To Let Go, Painting Memorials In Twilight