Persephone's Cradle

I shiver at the thought

how some day

love

will be without a face.

Your face.

I fear it will fade and fray

like old poster in down town Athens.

Forgotten and frail in the rain.

Shot dead in Exarcheia neighbourhood

now you are remembered as a street.

~

I fear it might turn into an album cover.

Retro and forgotten too

in drawers and book shelves

where we hide all that hurts.

~

Train don't become inside me.

I'm afraid of the stops,

the passengers,

the changing scenery.

Stay here.

I'll meet you at the end of the road.

On the tracks.

Yes, on the tracks if I have to.

Now that my summers are gone

There's only one place I want to meet the sun again.

As close as possible.

~

Don't leave me

my fate, sorrowed and sweet.

With all my soul

down to every bone

and all my skin.

Borrowed under bondage

Loan to the loners and the ills

with all my flaws and all my faults

I shall be forever yours.

~

I remember the cadence of your voice

Waltzing on notes in every love confession

Bittersweet Lethe and I am so homesick

~

In my echoing void

I hear you whisper

'Our love this strong, is never gone.'

And my skies open up a cradle.

As long as I don't stray too far from Hades...

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⚜ For my late husband. Comfort in knowing he's never gone, for love is stronger than the distance of death.

⚜ Pictures are selected and combined in a collage to capture the aesthetic imagery and symbolism of the poem.

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