Kurt Philip Behm

Lost To Love (+1)

Your memory found me wordless,

too mute to carry on

Trapped between old verbs and nouns,

silence for a song

 

With love a distant haunting,

we mime a tragic vow

What once we had… the good, the bad

—this quietude abounds

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)

 

 

Bringing Up The Rear

 

The only one along this road…

riding shotgun through my mind

Tomorrow waits for someone else,

lost wanderings consigned

Forgetting what the moment augurs,

living in the past

Confirming what I’m most afraid of

—behind whoever’s last

 

(The New Room: January, 2022)