Love, Slain Poem by Poetess Denise N. Fyffe

The breeze whips my hair like fall leaves

Covering my face

Covering my vision

Of you;

I turn

And look in the direction where you went

My heart moans and vent

As it already misses that deep musk

Lingering,

I smell you;

My eyes turn into water pumps

Newly tapped by hurt

As you desert

The love, you left here;

And I sigh

As I realize,

You will no longer be at my side;

And I sigh

As I realize

I won't ever see that dimple

Near your right eye;

My finger creeps to secure a hold of the door frame

Newly named,

The place where our love was slain;

My knees shift as the shakes overtake them

And then, my backbone bends

And sounds unheard rip from my heart

Ricocheting,

Off tongue and throat walls;

And I cry,

Silently I cry

As I realize

You will no longer be at my side;

And I cry

As I realize

I won't ever see that dimple

Near your right eye;


I cry, and I cry

And my love screams,

Don't kill what's left within me;

And I cry, and the shadow of you

Now lives within me;


Water swells and wells at the corner of my eyes

As I remember, my favorite memory before you left

That of me looking into your honey butter eyes

And I cry.