Inadequate

In faraway lands
she has escaped me.
Is there nothing I can do
to bring her back?
My arms could only go so far.
My legs could only run so fast.
This void eats away
at my heart
as every bite
becomes larger
until nothing
can possibly be left
to chew up.
Curse the love
which stole her!
Curse my heart
for loving too much-
for opening doors
with the knowledge
that they might be closed
and left vacant.
Curse the skies above
for being so vast
like this emptiness.
Curse the laughing moon;
how I hate the day
I promised him to you
ignorant to the chance
he would lead you another!
I curse these hands of mine
for ever letting go...

11-7-92