Eurydice

Don’t turn around,

You said.

I didn’t know. If I had known

You were quietly wrestling with

Gigantic demons behind me

I would have simply held your hand and

We would have kept running

Towards the living light of the

waking world.

 

But I did it. I turned around.

For a split second I saw you there

Struggling with the weight of the

past

 

I flung my arm out in a feeble

Attempt for you to flail but

I missed. You missed.

We missed.

I watched as you drowned in darkness.

For seasons I have been singing the

Sorrow beneath brittle boughs.

Winter is coming now.

I know my fate. The Maenads will be here soon.

I sing of them. I sing of you.

The people in Chicago think I'm crazy,

But I’ll be there soon to see you again,

my love.