An Approach to Adjourned Affections Read Single →
The heart, a courtroom, where
affections are adjourned, sine die.
Postponed, deferred, delayed,
filed away in dusty folders
of memory, marked ‘pending’.
We are the litigants, waiting
for a hearing, a verdict, a sign.
We pace the corridors of time,
clutching our evidence, our briefs,
our tattered bits of hope.
The judge is absent, the jury
is out, the witnesses have gone
home. The clock on the wall
has stopped, its hands frozen
at the hour of departure.
We appeal, we object, we demand
a retrial, a change of venue,
a different ending. But the case
is closed, the file is sealed,
the gavel has fallen.
And we are left, with the silence,
the echo, the emptiness,
the adjourned affections,
waiting for a summons
that will never come.
