Memory persists, even as I wish for some concoction to take you off my heart and soul. I would gladly relinquish every happy memory
of our lives together to find release from the pain of separation. Some say that would be a meaningless existence, perhaps they are right. It's hard to think of anything in this never-ending night. I know nothing but a memory of love found and lost. At a table for two that didn't signify what it used to mean, I met
you for a friendly dinner, catch up on where life took each of us. Passing the time, lost in conversation, it was so easy for my heart to believe that there might still be a chance for you and me. But then, I saw it in your smile. You didn't have to speak a word, but I saw a new love holding you just like I used to do. And I mourned not for the past but for the future lost of a whole life that just went up in flames, leaving nothing but dust. I saw it in your smile. I leaned in closer to you, feeling like the old times when you still believed in a love that could only be made of you and me. You were polite and didn't pull away, made me feel bolder, but all the while you were lipping further away. Filling me in on all you were doing and the plans being made. And then, I saw it in your smile. You didn't have to speak a word, but I saw a new love holding you just like I used to do. And I mourned not for the past but for the future lost of a whole life that just went up in flames, leaving nothing but dust. I saw it in your smile. As the night slipped further away, every chance of this dream of you and me, was vanishing under the moonlight. Finally got round to talking about dating and finding that forever that every heart is yearning for. That's when I saw it that my hope was a bust. I saw it in your smile. You didn't have to speak a word, but I saw a new love holding you just like I used to do. And I mourned not for the past but for the future lost of a whole life that just went up in flames, leaving nothing but dust. I saw it in your smile. I'll not do the work of death,
but would gladly welcome death in to do the deed. All rage has left me along with every reason I had to fear death for we only fear it when have something to lose. All that matter, all that made life worthwhile has evaporated, gone away in the span of a fly's life and I feel no solace. So I would welcome death in and rage against a life that has become a hollow prison's cell. |
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