Three Laments

Three Laments

1.
I am empty.
A broken cricket-husk,
blowing by in the wind.
I am nothing,
charcoal drawings on night sky,
disappearing,
disappearing.


2.
I cannot have you,
as much as I want to,
as much as I wish to,
as much as you’ve hurt me.
You’ve broken me,
but I still feel you.
Yes, I will always feel you.


3.
The rose withers,
clutched tight in my hand
I release it and it falls,
dead
to the ground.