Just Passing "Through"

How many after being celebrated by fame have been given up to oblivion; and how many who have celebrated the fame of others have long been dead. - Marcus Aurelius

you looking lascivious

me piteous

after a silent, hurried, candlelit dinner

thick air not the only thing in a fog

your hidden hand clutching a small, club-shaped log 

the other holding my hand as we went strolling in the park

you had other ideas for me, in that splintered place of no return

crying out in the dark

forever leaving a mark

no chance to run

never again seeing the sun

passing through oblivion

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Author's Note

“The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Was it because you didn't bring her flowers? Wow, I think the temperature just plummeted a few degrees in reading this, Pete. Perhaps the message here is to be wary of women who carry a big stick. And here I thought it was our purse's that intimidated!

[Pete]

i think it's the pitter patter of my heart, the click of high heels and the blindsiding thump upside my head ... :)

[willweb]

Wow, that some kind of date there my friend. Beware of women carrying logs...I think that is the theme of this poem. : )
Need some aspirin?

[Pete]

more than aspirin, more like the undertaker ... :)