Somewhere there’s a lineBetween memoryAnd misery
Memory reminds usOf joys left behindOf bliss that existsIn the mists of the mind
Just need to getFrom sunrise to sunsetLay down my headLie like the dead Have dreams in that bedWhere she once sleptPretend that insteadOf those bare cotton threadsBeside me she rested,
I’m just a crabby hermit hullWithout the crab that made it whole.
Every day I createA new figure to conveyThe pain ofThe angst ofThe loss of my love
And yet
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I can no longerSee the light that used to shineIn my reflection.
Your height and poise when first I saw you stand;My eager knee so subtly touching yours;Across the table stroking arms and hands;The way you walk beyond your office doors;Behind your building waiting for me there;That aspect of surprise on our first time;The hair cascading down your…
What wretched crime did I commit that I Must nightly lose my comely muse to time?What god did I offend that when the endOf evening comes, alone I bide again?
her name hangs from the tip my tonguelike an iciclewaiting to falla cold hard thingonce the elixir of lifenow fixed in timebuilding its weightits burdenits heartache
The pain is so greatI can’t help thinkThe heavens are telling meSomething’s terribly wrong.
But then again It could be The heavens telling meShe is forever gone.
Take the angst of losing everythingAnd multiply a thousand thousand timesThen place it on your aching chestSo with its onus it can pressRelentless woe into your flesh — Distress that never rests — Then send it on a privy tourOf landmarks in your privy world — The one she…