In short, these disquieting days of loss are at their end.
As I near my endless sleep, dreamy visions of loved ones surface
And they live in my head, in rosy glass-cuts. Mine, mine alone.
I hoarded you in my heart evermore,
Your passion was concealed from all, solely mine to keep.
I sat alone after the funeral, ravenous, empty, obsessive.
I drink the vial of poison, these shadows tilted to my advantage now, for
I welcome sudden tragedy's prospect with open arms.
As I reach this final chapter of my closure,
I leave these breaths of life to my fluttering heartbeat.
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PoetryAlways winter, never in spring, but she'll wait a thousand lifetimes for him. A personal account of a bitter, heartbroken lover's descent as she grows, watching her blooming love wither into nothing. Love poetry anthology. © elle sonder 2024
