The Inheritance Of Loss

 
The Damned (chapter 1)


How did the conversation turn from wanton
Metaphors of Babylon to Sun-Tzu, with a tragic undertone
Edges slightly over sewn

Word association was never our strength like
A wind upon a stormy sea, to manifold with audacity of
Well contrived strategy for an eighth sin

Deft, with the precision of a practiced hand
Orchestrating a feeble dance in the house of doomed
Disdained. Dreamers dreaming of a chance

How romantic.
How morbidly funny to be compared with
The weight of a Roman coin

Questions are blameless. Blame love and the glory of
Fallen; timeless sages: Rumi, Eros, pillars of Jachin and Boaz
Journey to Jerusalem with memories in fields of gold

The damned moon can fold its grey rays in
The granite womb. Dubious beams on lovestruck Majnoon
To bleed in my wounds, is an agony to bear.





The Therapy  (chapter 2)


The therapist explained how codependency is irrational destruction to a relationship. Shifting in her seat, putting her notebook aside, pensively gazing the room; how with emotional investments one develops expectations.
The couple sitting in the loveseat across from her heard with selective empathy, negotiating in their minds with truth, each claiming contribution with half accountability.

“I want to know why she never trusts me. Always insisting I’m wrong. Every conversation leads to another woman, another email, late evenings, early mornings, online, offline. I can never reassure her how much she actually means to me!”

He glances assertively in her direction, sitting next to him at arms length yet countless frayed thoughts away. She was shaking her head, pulling back every strand of hair in a swift motion to one side, clearing her throat.

He expected her to scream, ‘Fuck you!’

But she stayed silent, crossing and uncrossing her legs slowly. Breathing deeply. Hoping this time he would tell her something different, something deeper and meaningful that would erase all doubts, shattered promises imposed on her from past experiences.

Anger and resentment deferred for another day, another moment.

They hear the therapist say, ‘Let’s start again.”





Comp: Promises