Love after death

You're leaving, I'm crying, tears so vicious they simmer.

Our love is battered but standing, my sight is dimmer.

I have regrets; un-matching last names, untold feelings

A last grasp- everything's on the table, your words my healing's.

My soul a disfigured entity, each piece a memory unforgotten

tugging at severed heart strings, loves many pieces allotted.

With you brought new vision, new eyes and pure air

Same wind, but a different tickle on my skin; through my hair

Moments of hope, lingering feelings of despair

Tug-of-war between emotional distress and physical wear and tear

We stood a chance; an empty soul, a cold heart- as one

We burned bright in love and engulfed others in flames

Now our time of goodbye nears, fire seethes untamed.

Never to indulge in the pleasant flame of love,

scolding the skin, taking a path of prisoners until done.

At the time of my dying hour, I will remain mute

Not speaking of our love, instead opening the soul

sharing our memories like forbidden fruit.

Im sure of it's final ravage and welcome the pain,

for if this is the last time, I will end with much to gain.

Goodbye, My Love.

Reviews

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Wow! Written with the urgency of someone who has much to say and no time to say it. The words are economical, yet powerful. 'sharing our memories like forbidden fruit'
Bravo!

[Rose Masen]

Thank you, so much! That is EXACTLY what I was trying to portray with this piece! Thank you, thank you, thank you.