Shall I fade into your dull lifeless hues,
relinquish the heart that sang your song,
before the love has gone, turned sour and
as necrotic flesh, the stench of lost causes,
pervades the jasmine of our garden love,
where flowers bloomed in endless throng
and bliss was just a delicate kiss.
No words exalt what was,
and now, under darkened clouds
a virus smears the blood of ingenuous shrouds,
thought, too much of love’s touch,
time an eloquent reminder of change and much,
the pain of release like hearts deceased,
crumble to desert sand.
Shall I admit the shift,
or fight for what was, despite it gone,
fight for my hearts desires fading glitch,
the melody of our union still ringing
like the knell of sacred chimes,
on tempered winds that remind my heart
of all that held our lives afloat.
‘Tis sad the cold empty space
where we once stood beneath the arbor,
a crested vow of life’s propagation,
hopes the pillars of trusted being,
breached in light of change,
rearranged as we in parted split,
wanting lips and finger tips.
Your scent my regret,
that familiarity that eased my worried mind,
now kindness tells of silence,
an accepting heart the lies I must abide,
when ending is all to sympathize,
to rise to the occasion of death,
in broken hearted fall.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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