it was buried
long ago in the depths of my heart.
not with soil
in a whirlwind of emotion
not the long goodbye
bor the pain of watching some
body and soul
being lowered into the ground
leaving behind those who mourn
and weep,
inconsolable
it was buried
as love often is
by the snow,
one soft parcel
at a time,
flake by flake
covering our love and
separating
one from the other
the death wasn't fast
or painless,
it wasn't
like watching a body
be placed in the earth
with family and loved ones mourning the loss
there was no weeping or
gnawing at our breasts,
i was wholly unaware of the
illness,
ignorant of the decay,
When, suddenly
frozen
in both
word and action
and
drifting
away
from
our love,
i eventually gave myself
to the inevitable
cold-hearted goodbye
and just as quietly as the snow
descended on us
our love
was buried
in guilt and anger,
in routine
and apathy,
until the only thing still shared
were our frozen hearts
years have slipped by
and
from time to time
the thought of us
comes to mind
with fond memories,
it invades
my frigid heart
yet it never unearths
the passion we once shared
which stays,
eternally buried,
beneath
the silent snow
YOU ARE READING
it is this every moment we are found
Poetryi have only begun, but this will be a collection of poetry inspired by some fan fiction, some life, some photos and from other inspirations I find during my life.
