Dirges In The Wind


 

 

So much I’ve read

 

Of sorrow

 

Love lost

 

Of woman’s forthright hope

 

Her strength

 

Determination

 

Odds don’t stand a chance

 

But she fights her battle alone

 

His heart never was there

 

 

A woman will despair

 

Why doesn’t he know me?

 

The one who I love

 

Unconditionally

 

Passionately

 

But that’s the thing you see

 

He does know you

 

More than you can ever hope

 

Perfectly, complete

 

 

He knows the song your synapse sings

 

The fire it will bring

 

He could fulfill you more

 

Than a diamond reflects

 

His refractions are limitless

 

Therein lies injustice

 

Upon which his foundation acts

 

Driven, selfish, and vain

 

He knows just how to use them

 

That you don’t detect

 

Undiscovered as of yet

 

 

Time passes

 

Life fleets by

 

How did you get here where you now stand?

 

Feeling without substance, without quality

 

Lost never to be found

 

Take heart yet still lament

 

Let it leap in its pain

 

One thing is certain

 

He knows you inside and out

 

Your dream is reality

 

If but only for his gain

 

 

Or so he thinks

 

 

In all honesty you knew

 

 

“I never took you as stupid”

 

Don’t be afraid to say

 

“I’ve known all along

 

I’ve known since I met you

 

Your ability for pain

 

Substances comprising you

 

Of which no human should be made

 

What you know you’ll gain

 

From what you intend to do

 

Chin up, my dear one

 

I never doubted you, intimate friend

 

But woman has the burden

 

To see it through to the end

 

The path stretched ahead

 

To set you back on the curb

 

As she walks away

 

Now turn

 

Face that with your impeccable vanity

 

Toward the mirror

 

Look hard

 

What does it have to say?”

 

 

“What a weird poem” he thought as he tossed the letter she’d written him in the direction of the trash. “She trying to get romantic? Appeal to my soft side? She’s ready. I can ask for anything and I’ll get it.” He turned toward the large package wrapped in plain brown paper that’d been delivered with the note. “Did she buy me a mirror? Does she want me to see how beautiful I really am?” He laughed out loud partially spraying the Small Batch Rye he’d just taken a mouthful of. Instead of wiping off what had spilled down his chin he rubbed it into his jacket lapel. “My perfume for the evening.” He tore the paper and doubled over in hysterics. “It is a mirror! Too much… Impeccable vanity.” He calmed enough to admire his reflection. “She got impeccable right…”

 

The light in the room changed he thought. He turned to look toward the window thinking clouds were passing but he couldn’t see it. “Was it supposed to rain?” He took a step or tried to but hit the glass hard knocking himself back. He stumbled, sat on the floor shaking his head looking around. He was surrounded by darkness the only light coming from the mirror. “What the… how… this doesn’t make sense… I walked into the mirror? How’d I do that?”

 

He thought he saw her standing in the corner but hadn’t heard her come in. “What…” She walked toward the mirror. He stood and began yelling at her but she just looked around like he wasn’t there. He took a step to grab her but his hands hit glass. He tried to grab the mirror frame to throw it across the room but there was no frame. He was trapped. She’d found his baseball bat; prized possession autographed by Babe Ruth, took her stance and swung.

 

The mirror shattered into fine powder that she vacuumed up before she left. She removed the bag and got the trash to the curb just before the sanitation truck pulled up. Back in the house she replaced it, put the vacuum away and locked the door behind her.

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