Beach Leanbh

Rookie - 0 Points (07/22/1982)

The Coming Of Death - Poem by Beach Leanbh

I recline alone as death awaits. My obit pendent from above

Forever lost without your taste. Grasping, gasping for your love

 My heart and soul, codependent, unfunctioning lifeless and alone

Like notes without a hand to play, impossible to intone

What occurred so fallacious that asunder sent our affections? 

That could separate two so united and darken our inflections?

 I ponder arduous at my shortcomings. Was it lack of trust? 

Did I lack commitment? Was I overbearing? Was there something not discussed?

I want you still. Never ceased. Cinnamon eyes into my memory seared
Two years on earth apart, a millennium to my soul appeared

I wait in darkness to feel your touch. To kindle our romance anew

I swear at night I curse my dreams for they always lead me back to you

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 12, 2011

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