Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Our lives have splintered,
way found
becoming way lost.
Perhaps I should have
stayed away.
Removing your mask
from the wall,
I wear it.
It’s no good being me.
Like a stray cat,
I wander.
No cream to comfort.
Holding my burden close,
I speak, but
music surrounds me,
too loud,
and my friends
cry long my faults.
I battle fear,
but keep a few monsters
to myself
for another time.
Your name is a song,
I’m lost in the chorus.
Hiding out from my life,
from your death,
I work hard to forget,
filling ketchup, pouring coffee,
wandering streets
in missing pieces. I am
no one.
Despair’s gates, like heavy
bars, crush even murmurs
of love remembered
‘til destiny, in its way,
draws me homeward
and, in its embrace,
I begin to heal.
Love,
only love,
guides me
into the desert
with no water,
into the ocean
with no vessel,
and deep
into the darkness
with no hope
of redemption.