. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Covid Widow's Monologue

Sunday, December 18, 2022

The Covid Widow's Monologue

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Like an old wounded soul



Returning from waging 

a spiritual war 



in my own never-ending 

version of Armageddon



In the mythical 

middle East 



Where I eventually subjugated 

and slaughtered 

my own inner fears 



Which paraded around 

like a crimson-red beast 



I saw you again 

my kin 

like a surreal beautiful nightingale



In a deep incredible dream 



Slowly looking my way 

in the bustling crowds 



In the Great In-Between 



With such exquisite 

dark extraordinayy eyes



Such climactic things 

I'll reflect upon 



Until that final expedition home



That preordained 

mournful day 



When I'll finally whisper 

and softly say



Goodbye Mother Earth 



And willingly collapse 

to eventually die



We were once 

completely heartbroken 

outsiders 



Lost on life's so 

complicated unexplored 

wild roads 



Just stuck on it's 

sad ever-moving fast trains



Seemingly permanently 

riding around in 

revisited tragic circles 



In life's never-ending 

falling rain



But with that memory 



Of that one glance, 

within that one look 



I took by chance, 



I knew then why I was 

continually hooked



We had surreptitiously 

found a new hidden hand 

signal 



To an underground realm



Where we trafficked emotions 

mysteriously 



And no longer felt lonely 

or tainted



Emotions 

to help us stop walking 

through life feeling 


Jaded  

like one of the painted

condemned



It must have been fate 

or divine Gods 

using synchronicity to be kind



For when I saw you 



I finally remembered 

a long-lost memory 



That floated up to that 

undulating cerebral cortex



Within my mind



A vision that we were 

married together 

in another time 



Forever deemed 

to be just happy 



in another lifetime



But sometimes this version

Of life doesn't play fair 

and I again 



Have to kneel 

and blow you 

a soft tender kiss



Put some beautiful red roses 

on your much-beloved grave 



As I remember 

all those fateful mistakes 

I once unfortunately made



And as I return 

from fighting my anxiety



Drinking Southern Comfort 

to drown out the stress 



On my nightly crusades



I know you'll return 

to love me once more 

wherever you are 



No matter how far



For we'll be both soon reborn 



Because this universe 

was told to baptize us 

to never be apart 



And who am I 

to judge the great Almighty 



The true King of the Graveyard 



Who holds all those sacred 

secrets 



Of the heart?


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 



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