eulogy on broken strings ✯ poetry

i. - strings of gold

strings of gold left dangling in my hands
tattered and torn, though it couldn't be seen
not easily at least, but I could discern
the lost cause through the pleasantries now routine

so familiar yet foreign are these darkened strings
in the fleeting moments of contact our relationship now holds
it may seem, to the untrained eye, the same as before
but it's not quite so easy, and the true nature always unfolds

there are effervescent stretches of sunlit times
when it seems as if the old hues could return for good
perhaps we could even restring the loom
which we first developed during our childhood

but back into the furrows we fall
plowed over and left to the earth
the fragments of gold no longer shine through the cracks
covered up by the blackness of dirt

if only time could fix these occurrences, but sadly, it cannot
only extending the pertinacious chasm further, on the other side, i'm left distraught