Treasure Island

Edwina Reizer

(12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

No Good Answer


The evening was very strange.
There was nothing to do but drink.
So we drank more than we should.
Both of us started to think,
think about what life was about
and how it could ever change?
His eyes met mine. He took another drink
and I tried to rearrange
my composure which was totally gone.
He placed his hand on top of mine.
I responded by picking up my glass
and drinking a little more wine.
The thinking which was way too sad
filled my eyes with tears.
The drinking just prolonged the pain
from all the missing years.
I put the glass down, kissed him once
and spoke a last goodbye.
At least the drinks had dulled our senses
so we didn’t have to ask why?
For there was no answer to anything,
not even for why love must die.

Submitted: Sunday, December 29, 2013
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