Moving Boxes

Immobile brown boxes keep the books and pictures sealed in
It took some time to sort them all and make the decision
As to which are to be taken and which to be left behind
In the end what did it matter anyway which ones belonged to whom
What was crucial was the very movement of dividing
All that precious flotsam into separate properties
That is, the act of drawing a deep definite invisible line
The gift of a disaster, a fault in previously shared space and time
Throwing "us" into the past, made irrevocably obsolete
Putting me "here," which has come to mean "not with you"
Now mine is this place and these things formerly ours unto infinity
As I bring out my possessions one by one out of a treasured box
Slowly--for mourning rituals are necessarily sober sombre sustained
I imagine myself taking out piece by piece all the evil we had to bear:
The shouts and angry words hurled to hit already hurting hearts
The bulky bricks of the tall walls of egoistic indifference 
The promises made, broken like limbs, and repaired into monstrosities
The lies that grew bolder as they multiplied like poison weed
Then I look in at the very bottom and see that like with "us" nothing remains
As though time was a goon scamming us all along till we went broke
As though the places we have occupied were nothing but pure blackholes
As though there never was, in the beginning, anything that was beautiful and good.

Getting to know each other: fears part 2

Getting to know each other: fears part 1

You had me at 'hello'

Yes

One summer day a voice reached me
From a distance beyond vision
Somebody suddenly sung-shouted
Angrily, desperately, longingly (?)
"I will wait, I will wait for you!"
That tore my eyes away from my book
To look at the trees tickled by the wind
Hover over aging brick houses silent and reserved
And move beyond them to meet the rare embracing blueness.
My lips nearly curled into one of those
Smiles actors wear at the end hopelessly sad films
As other songs crowded my shrinking mind.
Then the voice erupted again and proclaimed
With no less conviction and desire and rage
"I will wait, I will wait for you!"
My book was already shut as I replied
Calmly, deliberately, in a whisper: Yes.