Death of a Weekend

Reflecting on the choices
since life has gone this far.
Surrounded by the silence.
His peace bought with a scar.
Memories flood randomly
as he trudges through routine.
Piecing together happiness.
The picture clearer yet still unseen.
When each piece is added,
it brings a little tear.
He anxiously assembles
with anticipation of a fear.
He's listened so very long
to the thoughts of the unconcerned.
Believing the manipulation,
the consequences burned.
Shirking now the labels
of those who mindlessly judge.
He smiles because he knows they're lost,
cause their compassion just won't budge.
Now he lives his truest,
seeking what is real,
and when she kissed his lips,
he knew that he was healed.

LH

2-9-14