Monica Speaks from beyond the Grave

 (A lone voice whispers)

As I sit alone at the worn and lonely gates of Yesteryear 

In this lonely place 

Beside one of Father Hades, many dark underground mysterious streams in his vast kingdoms

Looking back to memories of the past through jaded white painted windows 

Unafraid and lost in countless deep thoughts as I watch repressed memories 

Drive past erratically and then slowing down like JFK's tragic presidential motorcade 

Whilst looking closely at all the joyful and depressing games 

We sometimes once played

You and me 

Sadly

Eventually releasing each others hands forever as our love got waylaid

When the ungodly gossiping bands behind closed doors and on social media

Started playing loudly a crazy jealous tune and singing our names 

As our Titanic slowly sunk

I can still see

Reflected in priceless memories of your deliciously dark eyes

That fateful night on the fifteenth of November 

When I surrendered all that I am when we first made love

A magical night  

I'll always remember 

But as all things 

In my cursed life 

Everything changed as that metaphorical iceberg struck 

And our love slowly drowned in stormy seas

Crashing endless heavy waves of increasing painful disastrous luck

That seemingly infinite night we once shared

Is now torn beyond all repair 

You were once all I ever needed

And will never will forget

But as I still live in here

In these lands of self-introspection and regret in the Great In-Between 

I will always write your beloved name and an accompanying memorandum 

On  some priceless papyrus paper

Using beautiful  syllables 

In my eternal book of spells as a means of release in my new catharsis routine 

I'll put them beside other failed dreams in my notebook called The Grimore of Flunked Lights

Filled with dark distress

Where you'll forever live 

And as I sit at the gates of yesterday 

Thinking about this in the near future

Wondering through green fields of yellow memories 

Still clinging onto fragments of your beloved sensuous silhouette

Somewhere 

If you can hear me

I hope our old love 

Still in your heart, as it does in mine 

Holds forever strong with memories of us still together 

As we once danced so beautifully as time moved so slowly and life did a comical but sometimes dangerous pirouette

Copyright John Duffy