STAYING AFLOAT

The worst kind of death is the death of love, for there is no crueler grief to overcome.

It wasn�t your death
That pitched the heart of me
Into a chasm of fiery sorrow
Where stupidly I fan the flames
In my feeble attempts
To stay afloat

It wasn�t your death
That ordered these eyes
A tear at a time
To mock this inferno
Where love is one more word
Crammed into silence

It was love�s death
Your decision to leave me
In the false calm of twilight
To find another who would
(but did not) love you more
When I could have saved you

Offered you solace
to fight off the abhorrence
of so painful and lonely a death

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