Thud

He’s pounding on the wall
and I’m running, mindfully
careful not to fall
lest I be at the end of such malice
[thud. thud-thud]

Anger channeled as force
raging through the empty house
a tool of the source
reaching out, softening me up with sound
[thud. THUD-thud]

Each closer than the last
broken by heavy foot falls
that trample my past
a slow rhythm to pound out the meters
[THUD. THUD-THUD]

It strikes above me now
a torrent of breath heaving
smiling somehow
as if he knows my heart and devours it.

Evelyn

I’ll not sing this song again,
I only remember it lazily,
Something that both has and has not been
Floating further away, listlessly.

There was tension between us,
Hidden hearts in shadows reaching.
Though we were outwardly callous,
Some things go on without speaking;

Until at last they don’t.
Of course the song still exists,
If asked to sing it, I won’t,
Because despite all this, the feelings persist.

Love may atrophy at cruelty’s whim,
But it lasts forever, this phantom limb.