Struggling Poem by grace mariner

Oh how I struggle to hold on to all that you are to me!
So much lost in a word, in a lie.
The battle between the two rages on like the eternal struggle
between life and death, good and evil.
All of the good that was you changed in those final moments.
A dark storm descended and changed this landscape without
hope of resurrection.
Or so it seems.
The thought of losing the memory of you is far more frightening to me than the fear of not seeing you again in this cellular world.
And those dark forces are not new to me.
They have over shadowed the greater portion of my days and even
now plot to steal the better part of you from me.
My loss is insurmountable as we become characters in the
greatest lie ever told.
You were nothing like the others my beautiful one but you become
frighteningly similar as the fear descends.
We never meant it to be what it became but forces beyond our
control made it so.
The dark poison of love has most unfortunate side effects.
My love for you caused you pain as did your love for me.
When love makes the world turn, ours made it stop.
When love makes the heart leap, ours sunk in despair.
When love makes the soul rejoice, ours mourned.
But I will cling as the clingy often do, to those moments
where the touch was natural and we laid in silence,
my ear pressed against that damaged heart.
I will speak it aloud that you will return to me so that the universe can follow the echo of my voice and mote it be so.
It is far easier to grieve for something received and lost
than to grieve for deception.