Dark Elegies   

Nothing more to prove to you—
My onetime lover,
Only this inner dialogue,
Self speaking to self,
Crooning encouragement,
Words of comfort,
Spoken without conviction.
I wrap my pride around me,
Like an ill-fitting garment,
So difficult to think of myself—
Alone.
What will I do?
What will become of me,
Senza il mio ben?
Where will I go—
In this underground city,
Where love has led me,
And left me—
Bereft.

© 2006 Adriana Davies