I am Jacks' Epilogue

Dearly beloved and future friends, this is an emotional moment for me. To all those who don't yet know me. I am Jacks' Death. I stand before you today to honor myself.  And yes, Jack also. Jack who loved deeply and lost dearly; will be missed by those who loved him and tend to miss him. My heart even goes out those who are amiss in not missing him; because they did not have a chance to do so, for which I am terribly sorry.

Let me tell you the truth of my making. It is not widely known but Jack did not die of natural causes as you think. Jack did not get hit by a bus; Jack did not get electrocuted; Jack did not jump of a six floor building. Jack was murdered in cold blood. Jack was stifled to a rather painful demise. True, joke with you I not. Your likeable, dependable nice guy Jack was murdered. Blame me not, for I am more than happy to make a friend of Jack now, I am only a puppeteer sitting on the sidelines. Jack is gone, leaving only cold hearted people here.

Yes! In the mists of genuine sorrow in this room there is a rivulet of crocodile tears. Within these walls beats a heart which caused dear Jacks' to cease. Yes! You…I know you murdered Jack. In the back pew to the front row, there is no place to hide in the entrance to my home. Truth is a collective quantity; which they demand and you owe it to them. I owe it to them; the holder of all truths. Jack made a final wish of  Death. To point a finger at the one who irrespective of how much Jack did love, never loved Jack back.

And Death fulfills the promises he makes. Future friends, I fulfill my duty. There stands, my mortal accomplice beneath the veil suspended in fraudulent grief. Wrapped in a cloak of sunshine she stands beneath the black mark of her own deed. It doesn’t take much for this shadow lady of the sun, to still a life in days. A flick and the bulb goes off. Jack committed this fatal mistake only. Too much faith, too much love, too much trust. A flick and Jacks' lantern became the light of the dying sun. Let Jacks' final resting be a lesson to others. Beware of giving too much to her species.

Deal as you ought with her; with caution and disdain. I just want to take a moment  to applaud her for the Death of a Nice Guy.

(Jack??)

Hope

I grapple with broken shards to reconstruct the world that was. What would I not give, to again draw a sharp line between black and white; to expect miracles and exceptions to expectation. Gaze into my mirror and be accosted by the wonder in a ten year old's eye.

Moonlight

I thought of so many things, of things gone by, of things that could have been, of things that should have been, but in the end i realized it as all so futile, the brute hammer of time will always have its way, whatever we may try to do to deflect its blow. we may succeed in softening the impact but we always bend, bow and break.

The Dangling Conversation (contd.)

This is the final part of this post originally

Shrouded in darkness

cuddling them like blankets,

words slip amid voids of silences

into the depth of their souls;

making them dance with a tremble

as the tender flame of a candle.

Not words, not thoughts, only a song

of warmth is spoken, in the strong

hold over the childlike flutter

of one and the heart of the other.

Near enough to glide away

on the wings of a breaths' sway,

yet rooted in ephemeral reality

by the bane of a moments' finality