Aftermath

one year and one month after
i dropped the stone down the dark well
i still wait to hear it splash
silence, silence, a whisper of wind
is that my heart knocking against the hollow walls?
is that the stone skipping over the mossy bricks?

one year and one month after
i cut the giant off at the knees
i still wait to watch it fall;
it cries in pain but my axe is blunted
can i bring myself to cut it again?
can i bring myself to bandage its wounds?

one year and one month after
i turned you away in a cold autumn evening
i still wait for the ache to subside
silence, silence, no whisper from you
is that your heart i see, turned to stone?
is that your heart i dropped, down that dark well?

one year and one month after
i broke the butterfly on the wheel
i still wait for you to return
pride, hard-won, keeps me from begging
but i would eat stone if you would forgive me
but i would eat stone if you would forgive me