MUSIC
the bemusement in the eyes
and the pain as the witness
repressed emotions boil over
heated by shame
fuel of memories love
when I was called a good man
when I was told I was loved
completeness that smile, that joy
now stoked by humiliation
until those embers become ashes
like the ashes of the loved
the bemusement as wind
to witness in horror
how casual that dismissal
of such treasures
by a single breeze
now only a convenience
and casual enjoyment
where once the soul
recited that music
A. Mendoza, 2019
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