I have no volition

beyond the last  look you left in my eyes,
your last touch cold upon my skin.

The press of an unfulfilled quest

impels us us onward

beyond all reason and restraint–

slow dancing a choreographed waltz 

 until the music stops.

 The steamy tango has melted into memory.

 The bonds that hold us unbind–
Frayed ties unfastening 

as we extricate ourselves from 

the promises written as Scripture to live by

to be renounced and left lorn;

The mode, the manner and the tempo has yet to be decided.

No one wants to be the first to say goodbye.



Coming soon – The upcoming release of Ronaye’s  book by British publisher in London, England; to be available on Amazon.


                 …with a broken wing
Expressions of
the Human Spirit

poems by Ronaye Hudyma


Whether contemporary, classic, or peppered with Elizabethan eloquence, this profound ensemble of 130 poems is not stationary. They move as if conducted with a maestro’s baton –fluid between the euphoria of life and love, the drama, the anguish of death and loss, with every nuance of human emotion spilling upon the pages.

They are poignant words written with the transparency of youth, gathering maturity and experience, evolving to wisdom, into the spiritual realm.

This is not just poetry. There are a million stories in each poem. Once for each of us. From the teenager discovering their individuality, the young adult challenged by relationships and the world around them, to the Elder denizens of Earth, who cherish their memories as veterans of life, this is a book to be read and reread, a keepsake to console, embrace and affirm your recognition of the truth within yourself that is already there.




You turn away when I look into your eyes.

They tell the truth that you try so hard to hide.

Do you think she can take my place?

You can lie but it’s on your face.

I swear that I hear the sound of goodbye.

Is it as good as you thought that it would be?

Or do you lie in her arms and think of me?

Say no more. What’s that sound?

Do you hear someone call out loud?

I swear that I hear the sound of goodbye.

It’s the beat of my heart crying out from the pain.

It’s the sound of my tears coming down, falling like rain.

It’s voice of a memory that will not die.

It’s the echo of love. The sound of goodbye.

One of these nights she’ll leave you alone

And you’ll be the fool watching love go.

Please come back before it’s too late.

Do you hear something breaking?

It’s the beat of my heart crying out from the pain.

It’s the sound of my tears coming down, falling like rain.

It’s voice of a memory that will not die.

It’s the echo of love. The sound of goodbye.

Listen to the Song on YouTube

The chasm between us grows deeper, wider

 as the Winter of separation blows through me,

set adrift like a leaf tossed in the wind.

Once I lived for your love, within a world of your name

Where your smile was the sun, your laugh was the way

I’d begin and end my day.

But Love can’t live on memories, nor heal the present by living in the past;

and what the years cannot erode, tears will erase.

Yet even in my abstinence of you

the hollow ’round your part of my heart shall remain ever vacant

‘Til again you dwell therein.


Although we have said it so many times before, 

 I say it yet again.

Each time, it takes away even more and gives back nothing–

Like a little death.

‘Though passed from mouth to mouth, altered not.

Known by all tongues, seen on many faces,

masking one heart, dividing two

With but one form—a lone figure walking away.

Just a word, a dreaded word…



Icicles form on your lips,

hang from your words with the pall of Winter,

numbing me with frozen fingers 

leaving my heart lovelorn, bereft and broken.

Your hurried footsteps echo on cold concrete

resounding with “goodbye”,

My spirit, deadened

as the night, no longer young

fades to black.


With no warning,

your icy words ambush me and I shiver;

Silent, strident sounds assailant with death

threatening the imperishable soul,

apologetic with fear

screaming victory once again.

My mind’s heart knows not such words.

 An arduous expression creases your brow,

dulls your eyes, your sentiment.

How difficult to say it,

remembering how I lay with you,

naked in mind, naked in body

as my tears unseen, fall on the lustrous tree of love–

which you’ve yet to understand.

All because…

someone else now completes you,

 fills the whole

of which I have no part.


Your chill torments me

like the tempestuous scream of a windless storm

as I descend into the cold breath of eternal night.

Once, Night was our lover–its silent veil and serene smile

welcoming us where we lay–

its warmth caressing us like lapping waves against a shore-less sea.

 Now I hide in the chasm of shadows

 from a phantom  that lurks as a memory of vanished days

reminding me of the happiness that once was ours;

and I, in love with my own despair,

stay caged in bondage

behind the bars of my own thoughts.

How do I choose?

To linger?

Or to leave?