Victoria Avenue

And each night, they meet once again...

What a morbid place

Dark graves surrounded by the cold whisper of the wind

And for some, a final resting place

With only silence and grief

Inside the gates, tombstones are aligned 

And on some, ornaments are settled

Memoirs of long lost memories 

This is the story of young passionate lovers

With a love tale entombed that will go on forever...

 

Their story started in summer 1963

Love was at first sight, simply

He was charming and well-mannered

She was pretty, graceful as a bird

He immediately approached her, she was so beautiful

That was the day she wore a rose in her hair

Truly completed by one another

He gave her flowers every Tuesday

Just to set one more smile on her face

Under the sweet warmness of the sun

Time flew away 

It only mattered that they had each other 

And it seemed like nothing could break them apart

 

At the end of summer

A tragedy shattered them

She was sick, dying

And his heart, broken into pieces

How could he live a life without his dearest?

There he was, bleeding

Trying to give her everything, in vain

At the last simple touch, just like thousands of roses

She smiled with tears running down her cheeks

''I love you... forever'' she said, and then she slowly slipped away

The last rose died

...Victoria was gone

 

These evil thorns hurt, if holding them too tightly

He lost her, the love of his life

His everything

No one could ever heal his broken soul

And no one could ever replace his sweet Victoria

 

Then, on a gray rainy day

Family and close friends in sorrow attended her burial

He was there, standing far apart from the others

Looking distant at the coffin 

It seemed so unreal, she couldn't be dead

 

Days passed heavily

He remembered her fragrant scent of roses

Her touch when she hugged him tightly

Her calm singing voice when she talked to him

Flashbacks made him look back at all the happy moments

Looking back at their promises from the heart

He could still feel her all around 

In depression, he tried to continue on

But then all hope disappeared

And he was gone in a flame

 

It was a dark October night

All his pain was gone far away

He walked alone outside

Knowing exactly where to go

The tall locked gate wasn't an obstacle

He passed right threw it

And finally, there she was 

Wearing a porcelain white dress flowing with the air

And roses in her streaming hair

Their translucent hands meeting once again

 

Now, two small graves are one beside the other

With a small rose symbol engraved on one

And a heart on the other

After the bell rings

And once the gates closed

Their souls meet once more

Buried deep down

It still goes on

And the thorns are gone... forever

Author's Note

At first, it was supposed to be a song. I was on a trip listening to some music when I passed by a cemetery on Victoria Avenue. Please let me know what you think of it :)

Reviews

[raj24]

wow..this one is a wonderful story...words that touched my heart and a story that really brought my heart alive..told in a very good flow..loved it all the way..:)..thanks for sharing ths beautiful story..and hats off to u for penning down it so beautifully..:)

Raj

[Dandelion]

Thank you so much for reviewing! Glad you liked it :)

[Joe_VILOT_]

love is eternal so they say
what is the meaning in the play
life is journey so is said
sounds better in my head
what is the point of having the same answer if you want your meaning instead?....
well thats what ifelt when i read this anyway.

[Dandelion]

Thank you for commenting!

[Joe_VILOT_]

any time
friend.