A poem about love and death by David Tombale: Enough

Death leaves behind all kinds of questions including whether a heart can ever heal after losing someone and that’s what Enough is about.

Enough

Years from now when we come to place

flowers by your window I’ll beg you to

replace it, this stain on your mother’s

heart, she hasn’t slept in months and

your school clothes hang unwanted in her

closet, gray skirts and white shirts and

this odd image of you laughing with your

friends.

The summer winds have blown here,

have barely ruffled this frightful heat but

the winter blues have settled, have set

themselves like a feline by our door,

smoothing it’s night black hair and fixing

it’s gaze upon our tears like sorrow.

There is a coolness outside like a storm is coming,

like the rains might tarry above the city,

might bring a refreshing wind to blow aside these dire days.

Some years from now when we think of you

I wonder if some new love will come along to

replace the one I’ve loved and will that new love

ever be enough?