Should You Leave

 

Should you leave me,

then what?

The clocks will stop,

my heart will cease its rhythm

and my eyes will spring

a fountain where I will drown.

Should you leave me,

then all my tomorrows

are built on sorrows.

Should you leave me

and forget what we have made

then I will wither

like some transient bouquet,

my blossom shrivelling

to decay.

I will paint out all the windows

and lay waste to all my days.

The siege upon my heart

like some tempest

my happiness destroys,

to know that you once loved me

is the greatest of my joys

But the loss

the ache of your absence

will strew the path

of my life with debris

that will scar my soul

with memories of you.

I can't imagine

your fingers not entwined in mine

no gaze of blue and green

staring from the pillow into mine.

I can't exist knowing you are not mine.

 

Negril, Jamaica, 1996