A Farewell's Stranglehold

This was supposed to be our last caress

All words of comfort choking on the pain;

My verdict doesn’t mean I’ve loved you less

But I know you will think it, all the same.

Three years together, a thousand little wars.

Maybe I’ll change. Learn how to love again-

Of course that’s nonsense. Always I’ll be yours…

When strangers hold me, I will feel your arms.

Their lover’s vows comparatively coarse

Beside the flower of your artful charms.

Transparent heartbeat, frantic with distress…

“Time to let go now!” signals the alarm.

Slowly with all the skill which you possess

You suffocate me with this last caress.

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Aurora Sherlock Kochmann
Poetry Publication

Aspiring poet and writer in the battle for beauty and meaning