Epoch Poem by Aya Poetess

On my passing
I will remember you
as an iridescent epoch
that exquisitely marred my existence

How I held
you to my chest firmly
How I adored
you dearly

I yearn
I search
for the love
we both bespoke —
found
lost,
found,
then finally lost
I fail to find it

I can no longer find
in my eyes
the fire I burned
for you a thousand times


Your enigma
no longer
daunts me
Your ghost
no longer
haunts me

I
am
finally
F REE