Thirds: A Love Story

kami no sangeki
hakai

My life, neatly trisected by a capricious heart:

First part, years of yearning for Evermore She to find;

My mind, then, just as long spent convinced that so it had;

How sad, now, whatever comes after, decries it all.

(I taught myself in her gaze

To seek the worth of my days,

To know the Me I could be,

'Till she, that day, turned away.

Absent her Light, bereft

Of charity, the clefts

In a soul rent and torn

Fester slowly with scorn.)

After, a stone replaced the heart, much too cold and small

To do naught but, torpid, avoid yet another fall;

And to wish I were a better man, though I am not;
And to wish I had chosen better, but I did not.

D

Reclamo

Deseo, abusión,
pasión y cisura;
la premura de germinar ambiciones
lleva a sinrazones.

¿Dónde, esos votos?,
¿cuándo, si no siempre?
Mis cotos asediados, que ya ni siente
resistencia absente.

¿Corazón? Jirones.
No, esperanza no,
perdón tampoco, apenas el olvido…
tan inmerecido.

Having been found wanting

Having been found wanting

Two things in life I thought I'd be
Not a warrior nor an artist,
Not a leader nor a server,
Just a father, just a husband.

I am nothing.

D