Chrysanthemum

Everything happened quicker than I expected.

Before I even got the chance to clad my words with the black garb of mourning your loss,
you buried my poems
in the fell clutches of forgetfulness.

Now that you are grieving word for word of my
every love letter I send you,
you should know
today
you are shedding tears over the grave
of the dead dreams of one whom
prayed sincerely
for every prayer of yours to be answered.

I pray still;

I pray that God,
as usual,
keeps his ears
shut
so that your prayer for departure stays
unanswered,

alas,

Everything happened quicker than I expected.