Diptych

Sometimes it hurts
             More than this,
When everything
             I want to be,
Seems so far
             Away from here.
Beyond my reach.
             Away from me.

Memento Mori

I just couldn't help
myself.

Sepia

It has taken many years
to gather the strength,
but now I'd like to look back
across the wreckage of our life together
to find comfort in its idylls.

Yet I find the memories
do not come easily to mind,
like opening a trusted photo album,
and finding many of the pictures
have rotted away.

Worse, kept so long from sight,
they've become pale and
sickly to look upon-
A confusion of sepia-toned
unloveliness.

There is no comfort here,
and if there ever was,
it has been lost,
along with so many
other things.