Memoirs Of Her Beloved Poem by Ayesha Sobrun

Heart-broken, she let herself fall on the sand.
All this while, she had not seen coming such an end.
But now that she thought about him, he was too perfect,
while she was an under average girl with more than one defect.

Her fingers dug deeper into the sand,
And oblivious to the heat was her hand.
Maybe his was a premature end
but change the destiny no one can.

So, she hugged herself and drove to his place,
Entered his apartment at a fast pace
And rummaged the room looking for an old shirt,
Any paper that bore his writing or even a diary covered with dirt.

She searched lengthily, the poor girl,
Not pausing once to straighten her curls,
Under the farthest corner of room,
Under the dusty sofa and behind a thick broom.

As she walked past the mirror, the nauseousness surged forth again
She noticed this mysterious glow to her face which made her forget all pain
She blinked at her own image and realisation hit her, hard and sweet
Her knees gave way as she knelt on the carpet, and thought about Pete.

He had been it all planned as always, she thought fondly
Had bestowed his most precious gift to her, whole-heartedly.
He'd carefully implanted his seed in her womb,
While miles away he now lay, resting in his tomb.

She presently bore inside her the token she could always cling to
In times of loneliness, when she needed someone to talk to.
A memento of the man she had truly loved
A last memoir left behind by her beloved...