By the time you read this note

To my favorite sorrow

To my antidote - to my malady
To every single thought of you that consumes me
The more I breathe - the more I die
The more I live - the more I cry.

To my almost - my might have been
To every single lie that subsist from within
The more you resist - the more I chase
The more I see your vivid face.

By the time you read this note, I have gone half astray
By the time you read this note, I have hastily walked away
By the time you read this note, my affection can no longer be found
By the time you read this note, you can no longer hear my sound.

Until then, I will keep this note without partiality.
I will keep this note until. .until you could love me.
Beyond perpetuity - beyond the limitless infinity
I will keep this note until you could love me.

(c) n.elardo

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this has a figurative reality that parallels Sylvia Plath...

that note, that poem, the evidence of dead affections...

and as with Ted, too little too late, and she is gone.

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Very gentle and beautiful. Words of love and hope . I feel like my wings fly away.

[Nancy Kathleen]

Thank you. I feel the same way by reading some of your works :)

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Thank you thank you thank you

[Chris]

A "softer than the rain" sound as read aloud.

[Nancy Kathleen]

Thank you so much for the appreciation :)