A Dedication

R.i.p.

Beautiful nightmares of you

still envision themselves

behind the eyes of

an insomniac,

and I know so

because I am the

shredded heart within

him

My lovely Olive,

how is it that

a lifestyle glistens

from your wrists,

but no longer

your eyes?

Alike to the pleas

of your heart

that fail

to voice themselves

Far too often

I have swayed

to the haunting

croon of your voice,

as your fingers

reached from

beyond

the heavens

and caressed

my withered cheek

Author's Note

So often do I wish that I personally knew you, and that I could at least be one of the many who tried to delay your departure. How lame, I know, writing to somebody I would never know nor will ever meet, but I just felt that I needed to dedicate a bit of my time for her whom has touched my heart with her story. Hopefully, you've a beautiful meadow in paradise, or perhaps reincarnated into a far happier life.

Reviews

[Just Some Dreamer]

"How is that a lifestyle glistens from your wrists but not your eyes?" was a very chilling line

[nigrum homonculus]

The way how you begun the poem was very powerful and the last 6 lines were just amazing. Well done tai. Havent read your work in a while an.im honestly glad that i did

[Tai Ryens]

Thanks, nor have I read yours recently. Lucky this one of all poems, this was one of my better ones; excluding the 'mime of love,' that is one of my personal favorites written by myself.