Always enchantments <br />falling from your lips. <br /> <br />Orpheus...Eurydice <br />made real <br /> <br />made from the nearness <br />of your breath...a kiss. <br /> <br />I cry unashamedly each time <br />Orpheus looks back & <br />Eurydice is lost <br /> <br />...to his hysterical heart. <br /> <br />I ask for this story endlessly. <br />Each time promising I <br />won’t cry &...I cry. <br /> <br />Scream: “No! ” <br />as if Orpheus can hear me. <br /> <br />Each time believing that <br />Death can be cheated <br /> <br />& wailing: “Why? ” <br /> <br />Years later the bus crash <br />(the story, Death invented) <br /> <br />turns me into Orpheus <br />you into Eurydice. <br /> <br />I search endlessly for your kiss <br />the nearness of your breath <br />...that smile. <br /> <br />The story... <br />...falling from your lips. <br /> <br />Morning shatters <br />the dream <br /> <br />the ghost of your voice smiling: <br /> <br />“Shhhh...shush...that’s just <br />...the way the story goes.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-way-the-story-goes/
