The Loss of Love by: Countee Cullen

The Loss of Love

All through an empty place I go,
And find her not in any room;
The candles and the lamps I light
Go down before a wind of gloom.
Thick-spraddled lies the dust about,
A fit, sad place to write her name
Or draw her face the way she looked
That legendary night she came.

The old house crumbles bit by bit;
Each day I hear the ominous thud
That says another rent is there
For winds to pierce and storms to flood.

My orchards groan and sag with fruit;
Where, Indian-wise, the bees go round;
I let it rot upon the bough;
I eat what falls upon the ground.

The heavy cows go laboring
In agony with clotted teats;
My hands are slack; my blood is cold;
I marvel that my heart still beats.

I have no will to weep or sing,
No least desire to pray or curse;
The loss of love is a terrible thing;
They lie who say that death is worse.

Countee Cullen


It’s His Loss I Promise

20140316-204426.jpg Life can be ironic in this sense. Most men at some point in their lives screw it up with a woman that’s perfect for them but convince themselves it wasn’t meant to be. Those same men can watch another man screw it up with a woman and say, “I can’t believe he let her get away.

I usually write in 3rd person because I was told by a great writer to never make the writing about you. Tonight I’ll ignore his advice just this once. I have no earthly idea how or why he let you go but he’s a fool. Maybe he did something that’s unforgivable or maybe he just doesn’t get it but he will regret it. Whether its tomorrow, a month from now or a year from now. You are the definition of the woman men not just want but need and I promise you this is his loss.

What makes you so utterly amazing? You have this huge heart, you’re a great friend, you have this dope relationship with your father that gives you warmth and character. Your faith shines through you and beautiful isn’t a word I’d use. More like stunning or enchantingly gorgeous. No person is perfect but all your traits make you damn close. I’ve met celebrities, business tycoons, authors I grew up reading and the only time I’ve gotten star struck is when I got to speak to you.

Sensuality isn’t tangible. It’s not a tight dress or bouncy hair. It’s not the way you walk or look when you’re in deep thought. Sensuality is a feeling, a vibe that follows you wherever you go. It’s that thing that makes men stare and think, “Damn.” To be sensual is to command a room with a smile and confidence similar to a Geisha in a Japanese Garden. Your sensuality impresses me and I’m a romance writer.

It’s his loss and for that its out gain. I was wondering what I was going to write tonight. Thanks for the inspiration and I wish you the best. Broken hearts heal by the way.

Poisoned Love…

I’ve never seen a train wreck or accident in real life.

I’ve never seen dog get hit by a car or a bird fly into a window.

Her scream, her pain, her sorrow were enough to last me for a lifetime. I would go the rest of my life trying to get the look on her face and the sound of her scream out of my head. I hated him but I loved him, I wanted him but she needed him. The knife came out of her jacket pocket so fast and seeing the blood on her hands, watching him fall to his knees and press his hand on her bulging stomach our love affair seemed so insignificant.

The music seemed to stop playing, people stopped laughing and talking and the world became black.

I wanted to go fall by his side and hold him while he held her, I wanted to cover his bloody hand with mine to let him know everything would be okay. But that was their space, her blood, his child’s blood, there was no room for me. My friends were grabbing me, trying to get me to leave. You don’t need to see this they said, this isn’t your fault they said. She’ll be alright they said… But there was too much blood and this was my fault. I should have never called him.

How do you live with some shit like this?

Was it selfish that all I could think about was how that child no longer made things complicated? I’d closed off my heart after him and once I heard his voice the ice broke with a quickness. Now… His world was broken.