Triada Samaras Poem: Spiraling Down

 

Spiraling Down

My love for you goes
spiraling down, spiraling down the drain.
My words drift away with my tears,
deep into the churning vessel
of disposal, of release, of flight—
to elsewhere.

Pop! You emerge from another drain,
charm and irresponsibility spilling,
vacant eyes that will not meet mine.

But oh—how you sparkle and dance,
promise the sun for a brief moment,
Mediterranean light on rooftops,
children’s laughter,
dinner simmering.

The touch of your body—
so cold, so magnetic.
My imagination soars
over both of us, over the house,
like a drone seeing down—
everything in its frame
perfectly in place—

But inside, nothing is.

c. Triada Samaras 2025