SENSE AND NONSENSE

At 2 pm on April 8th, 1982,
Thirty-nine years ago
I snuffed out
My love
The one whom I had created
I now cremated
Never to be found again

At her graveside
I paid homage to
her gentle curves,
Her enticing scent
which I’d thought

Was worth the money I’d spent

I had swaddled and
cradled her
every waking moment
Since I was sixteen
A vulnerable teen

Now my health was
deteriorating
And it was infuriating.
The one I had craved
was in her grave

Along with all the other
Cigarette butts.