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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a/n: Thank you so much for reading this poetry anthology. It means a great deal to me, despite the editing that is sure to follow. Keep Never In Spring in your libraries so that you can keep up with updates.
This is an indefinite closure on NIS.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Never In Spring ✓
PoesíaAlways 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
