There are no more songs

by The ZEN Bitch


There Are No More Songs
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
-Pablo Neruda, Love Sonnet XVII

There are no more songs
I can sing to make you love me.

Day and night I prayed for melodies
That will catch your fickle attention,
I turned to the stars for inspiration
But they turned their gazes elsewhere,
Leaving me with this gaping hole
So that the night wind blows through–

Whistling and sibilant, almost
Musical, and morbid, and ultimately
Cruel and damning. There are no more
Songs to make you change your mind:

I will stop loving you in the day
And let the night take care of itself.


Phnom Penh, 2009
Copyright Michael P. De Guzman