Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Silent War

Perhaps I should have said no
and made you come home that day.
But you wanted to see the sunset
and I was running late.
If I had only stopped
you might still be here.
But that is another story.
Now when I look at sunsets
I see you.
Your face.
Your eyes.
Your arms twisted in the orange and red
bleeding through the clouds
like a banner
unfurling
declaring
war
on my heart.
Where is the peace in death?
Tell me.
Is it only for the departed?
You are somewhere far away
while I am here
left alone to untangle this mess,
wondering
how I will survive
yet another day
without you.