Peter A. Weinberg – Poetry

Something dies beneath
      and gets left behind

What made you play the black card?

Bitterness—aftertaste of the void—
      that nothing can efface

Our little taste of happiness…
      it should help break the distance—the in-between—
      that’s always between

The bitter needs came first

Why must compassion fail,
      your empathy fail
      your love for me...?

Don’t deface your hope or yearning here

It fastens onto him like a worm
   that does him neither good nor harm

It may be simpler to hurt

He still yearns for love

Neither the good nor the bad will last

He spends the rest of the night in the garden
   asleep on the grass

Tonight there’s no card left to play

We cautiously look where others avert their gaze

-May 31, 2009-