R.M. Dolin, December 2024
The despondent night closes in on
a bitter day that’s drained every fiber of
emotion. A dark relentlessness devoid
of place and context
dares me to face
the reality of dying
having never been loved.
I picture you fresh in my mind,
a lingering scent providing no peace.
It is a fool who falls in love,
and I willingly remain that fool.
Angels watch over me
providing comfort
and protection, but as any good
accountant can attest,
angels often take their share.
Background poem for the novel, “The Dangling Conversation.” Kyle deals with the shock of Nadia saying she no longer loves him.
