Swan Song. Separation.

For Koyuki Kato - the most beautiful woman I ever saw.


You walk down the aisle
towards the altar;
we exchange vows
and promise togetherness
till death do us part.

In trice I see you depart,
down the driveway
and out of my heart
in a huff.
But, the one who loved you
still does,
whom you loved once
still loves.

Small irritations
you dwell on
are nothing but salt on melon.
Man and woman
do not hear worldly music
in the same key;
as a consequence
dissonance
is imminent.

Does this mean we digress
and seek verdure somewhere else?

Bed is warm
with the perfervid fire
we ignited;
coffee mug deems
red succulence
you rendered it with.
Every corner and nook
carries me to you;
impalpable ash
of an incinerated heart
replays leitmotif:
'I love you, I love you, I love you'.

Alive I am no more
for my spirit's still besotted
with days of yore.
As you walk away O beloved,
this temporal vastness
between us
rips me apart in
rectilinear azimuth.