White

This is a voyage I took

Two hundred years ago

              to a land 

      barren of passion.

My last vision is you

In tears waving a white glove

        waving goodbye

Yes, goodbye

And the shade of your parasol

Hides the silvery drop of

Salty tears on your face.

This journey,

This journey is empty

 Without you in it.

Without your smile

         your mood

             Your white glove

It is empty.

Now is when life ended

And existence 

                    begins.

A life 

A life without you in it

Is a voyage I took

Two hundred years ago

   to a land barren

       of passion

To a land where there is no life.

No life

There is no life without you.

And so I stay on

       to merely exist.

11:40pm 2/20/12