It has been five years when I buried Elizabeth in the Rosemary Cemetery,
\nA garden of sculpted grace, a museum of undying memories,
\nEven with the torture of the blunt serrated blade of time,
\nHer memory swipes me like a familiar fragrance,
\nA splash of calm surf drowning momentarily at a beach.<\/p>\n
She would cook dinners for me and wait at the table till I came home,
\nThen gave me company without eating as she suffered a bulimic disorder,
\nWhen I was in the throes of pecuniary distress she sold her favorite necklace,
\nDuring my long illness she kept a nurse\u2019s vigil 24×7,
\nOn my sad days she became a solitary speechless sigh.<\/p>\n
But gods created night with day, storms with sunshine,
\nHer temper tantrums shook the rafters of our house and wrecked my nerves,
\nDeep within her a selfish core would destabilize our romantic edifice,
\nHer materialistic insecurities put invidious detours in our life,
\nAn invisible insanity snipped our flowers before their full bloom.<\/p>\n
Aberrations of the age of technology have tried to turn love into a capital,
\nAnd not treat it as a spark that it is,
\nWhy has the relationship between man and woman become so treacherous?
\nFor every morsel of love why must we pay with two stabs of cruelty?
\nA man and a woman could live without romance and titillation.<\/p>\n
Every month standing at Liz\u2019s grave I wish her a peace of mind that eluded her on earth,
\nShe was a child of impulse and not of thought,
\nI can manage the rest of my life in a sublime piety for nature,
\nAnd try to pass my hours as an unfettered song,
\nOnly remember that part of our life together when she was good.<\/p>\n
Suffern
\nNew York
\nJuly 4, 2011
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