Today love yielded to a sad decay,
when life saw fit to pass on a soul
for reasons unknown, so unfair,
to venture into the light of other days;
and no matter the pain,
the tumultuous loss now in a vacant heart,
one must accept the loneliness of love apart.
Tis not the stirring of the flesh,
the soft whispers of intent,
nor the words of commitment that holds that heart attuned,
but the knowing that despite all ills,
that souls will stay, until the final tune,
until death must pull one from life,
the other in wait, a bitter torturous fate.
Until they meet again,
the pain of separation is too much,
each moment an afferent memory of life together,
each touch, each smell, each sound an echo of what’s been,
reflected in every facet of life,
until the soul weakens, in forgetfulness,
and falls to a flat mundane ache of loss.
Soon life’s decay plays the final call,
and together they’ll walk the horizon,
again fulfilled, two souls as one in eternal peace,
the long days of life in final release,
and love itself is uplifted,
parting was just wrong,
and now the world it righted, sound and strong.
Tony DeLorger © 2016