Lost Love Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

Winter has come.
This body has grown old
My bones ache and my knees knock
And my heart
Cluttered with chattels
Niggardly hoarded
A burden.
Sinking into uncertain lands
Terrified
Lonely lonely lonely
Groping for the warmth of a welcoming shoulder.
This world is empty.
Oh my friend, the fog has thickened,
I cannot walk to your house,
The place I once refused to come.
The air heavy with the smell of incense
Drenching the winter breeze.
I can hear the sounds of bells
As they vanished on the wings of the fading moonbeams
From a distance,
Behind a thousand or so acres of wilderness
My last faithful friend,
I can hear you call:
I curse myself for not heeding you
When this frame was new
And the strength renewable.
Now I must leave alone
Bereft of the love
I once turned my back on.