(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
People Die...Love Doesn'T - Poem by (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
Like an early morning tied, whos waves,
endlessly washed upon a warm
sandy beach, so to, do the memories of
you, wash over my every waking moment.
I remember my daily trek to the buildings of
the concrete jungle and my calling you
several times a day...just to hear your voice.
I remember that empty place within me,
that only you could fill, with love, joy
and that good to be alive feeling.
I remember every laugh and every tear we
ever shed together.
I remember every time and every place you
said, 'I love you.'
I remember our being fused together as one...
never wanting to stop. Never wanting to let go.
Kissing...hugging...touching places in body
and soul we never knew existed.
I remember the day you died.
That look; 'the light of life...had
left your eyes.' Like a dropp of water in the
desert, my passion for life and living...
dried up and left with you.
Now, the shadow we shared in life,
has dimmed. For we were one and
I am left, with half of who I was.
You have become, my joy and
my pain. For the memories of you,
are my everlasting joy and your death,
brings unrelenting pain.
I witnessed the beauty and promise of the world.
In all these things...you were the best
part of who I had become. In all these things...
you were the most treasured.
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