A Poem For A Widow Poem by Marieta Maglas

The movement of your life
Was stuck in its death corner.
'I love you', your eyes whispered.
You gave me your last thought
And all your future seconds.

I saw that the eternity had a suffering face.
Now, I look in the mirror,
And I cannot remember
It has been the eternity's face,
Or it has been mine
After we stopped
Any communication.

I am still in your death corner
And in the memory of you.
I still keep all your thoughts
Not to despair,
Those thoughts becoming suddenly so static
In your absence.

This love
Is digging deep dips

To kill me very slowly.

I kiss your memory.

I still feel our entwining
As I feel an extension of a missing arm.


Now, I have only poetry
Instead of any touch,

But my poem written for you is like a touch...

I kiss your soul through my poems.

Poem by Marieta Maglas