(A lone voice whispers)
Nobody knows me but I
A secret self I tried to hide from all
Until I died
For I was like the rarest of diamond
Found in a lifetime of searching
Only in the roughest of the rough
The unquenchable thirst
Who was never sated and never knew
Or embraced that word many submissively surrender to
Called Enough
I was born unbreakable in the darkness
After two
On Christmas Eve
In 1952
My mother said when she first saw me and really embraced her firstborn
That my chestnut eyes seemed to whisper
I see you too
When she looked on
Such a gifted child to be constantly drawn to others with a similar light
She prophesied
Leaving me a love letter from mother to son
Which amongst other lines simply said
Chase happiness son as the world still turns and your candle still burns
Is that why you return as do I
Here every night
Did you
When I first met you by a little rock
See something shimmering that sparkled and shone like a diamond
As it tried to hide
Camouflaged
Like a hunter on a quest on a deserted island
You see I need no remits
Or permits to breakthrough
For my silver scrying mirror
The one given to me by Houdini who lives in here
Helps me escape to see you
For life
As I look back was so cruel
Like fighting a one-sided duel within tragic ever-changing rules
Especially like when I set sail
And just like RMS Titanic racing to her doom
Painted by Tatiana Yamshanova
Memories that still haunt me
Even in this very moment
In this lonely room like a neverending hangover
My ship
The Fatal Maidens Kiss
Sank and if you're reading this
Just know I'll always carry your red balloon and crave a smell
Once again
Of your Chanel No. 5 perfume
And that particular taste of that magical binding potion
We once as innocent strangers drank
When my first words introduced me
And from that day we first met
Like two ships passing in the night
My beloved mother's last few lines
She left for me to read in her will
Still echo
As I feel each line of everything she once said
Especially the last line
When simply read
Chase happiness son
For it doesn't come too easily to the dead
Copyright John Duffy