Finally Poem by Charl JF Cilliers
Finally
Our first loves are fairytales.
Before we can speak words
needing to be said, before us lie worlds so frail
with wonder – magical, urgent and absurd –
that a single loss shatters them to tears:
but words we learn for love and loss
grow closer with encroaching years
as familiarity obscures the gloss
until with the futility of one last breath
love and loss are finally one in death.
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