amor tardius occidit

Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XN9CrqlcvIY

amor tardius occidit
We should have
been so much
more.
Now we're just a torn
page
in a finished book.
The memories are
fading,
but the pain still lingers.
I still smell you on
my fingers.
I still taste you on
my tongue.
Love kills slowly;
a backward glance from
an invisible god.
I'm a bird that sings,
but cannot fly.
I'm the ticking of a
clock.
A rocking chair.

tick

tock...

Author's Note

My book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.com.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this was an incredible work. elegetic to its core, the persona thinking that hes at the end of his life, fondly remembering then regretting lost love 'a torn page in a finished book.' while heart-wrenching, there is a lot be said about the power of memory, better to have love and lost, etc. in any case, there is in the voice here, a wounded solider, but still fighting.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much, my friend.

[John the Baptist]

This one is heavy with regret. "We should have been so much more/ Now we're just a torn page in a finished book." Later, the poet says "Love kills slowly." There is no happy ending here. Human relations promise so much, but often don't deliver.

[Thomas W Case]

You are right about that. Thanks, jOHN