New Life
Chris Deford
I heard the message and immediately knew it was bad news.
I pondered as if calling back was an option.
I already knew he was gone before I called.
Death is a bittersweet emotion.
The relief puts an ease on your bones,
but the memories rage with a depressing convulsion.
Earlier I could only think of her,
and now I could only think of him.
The moment I confronted her was the moment he died.
She gave me an infinite euphoria running through my veins.
And, he reassured that euphoric happening by releasing my chains.
I began to hallucinate the image of him.
He told me with every death there is new life.
Could she be the new life?
I conversed with this ghostly image telling him of her.
He looked with a faint smile but then dissipated into the rain.
My heart shattered for him but grew for her.
The next time I saw her he was there waiting.
His aroma made her stand out as if there were no crowd.
As I approached he slowly left.
I told her of him and then he was gone.
I could see my new life and starved for it without hesitation.
I wish he would come back so I could ask why she leaves me with anticipation.