Ph: Love: Aftershock - Poem by Brian Johnston
For so may years I lived in fear of
losing love again,
loneliness preferable to
transient bliss, something I could count on.
Then you made me laugh, infectious
laughter, like a stoned creek's sighs.
A woman with so much sadness in her life
made me her chocolate man
found some joy in me
of all people, fragile poet that I am.
Rhythm's nourishment, manna from heaven,
rhyme, icing on the cake.
But happiness is so fragile isn't it,
expectations of loss
almost the same thing -
gypsy fortune teller views crystal ball.
Then she leaves you too, no new address,
future connection uncertain at best.
Time passes and I find myself still laughing
even after your son's death
an apparent suicide,
part of this life, but not seen as a curse.
Sad for sure, but God too, is not to blame,
all known life terminates.
And yet you and I persist, beyond reason,
our creation's big bang
mysterious too though
hardly something to hang your hat on.
And that we still feel love at all
An unexpected aftershock.
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