The Hive

Only the buzzing remains
in the comb you've forsaken.
Emptied of all the sweet treasures
The womb yearns alone.
Many a time has spring come
And with spring sprouts hope.
You danced together to share
delightful young discoveries.
The grand new world that you found
Has better promises for you.
You left.
And left me behind.
My womb feels the pangs of loneliness.
The soul lingers heavy with your memories..
Only the buzzing remains in the heart you've forsaken.


dt:c.jan2008 for school magazine,for my dear students