Last Hour With You
My last hour with you will fear stricken be, for after that last
hour you will be gone from me.
My last forty-five minutes my heart will open up and you will see my love
won't easily give up.
My last thirty minutes will find me telling you that you are the only one that
I could be true to.
My last fifteen minutes will be the lonely ones, for time will be so short and then
you will be gone.
My last minute with you so short that I shall miss, the wonder of your smile and the
sweetness of your kiss.
Regret
Perhaps
when you called out
To
me in your moment
Of
pain, I should have
Come
straight-away to
Hold
you tight again.
Perhaps
when your world
Grew
so grim and you lost
Every
friend, I should
Have
called to
Let
you know
All
was forgiven then.
Perhaps
when the moment
Came
when you were
All
alone and everyone
Abandoned
you and dark
Your
world had grown,
I
could have taken
Just
a moment to
Let
you know I was there,
But
you left without knowing
How
much I really cared.
I’ve
nothing left now
I
can give; I was a fool at best,
And
as you grieve,
Please
believe,
I never loved you less.
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Vanished
Lamps
are lit. A frame
of
glided light flickers
in the pines.
Birds
embrace secretly
in
pairs on the branches
smiling
smiles of benign.
I
sit on the
ground
below marveling at
the
depth of the night.
Pierced
by the mist my
heart
sings a song that
offers
no delight.
Traces
remain of deep cuts…
I
reach out into my own vanishing,
thoughts
rise into the air, deliberate and slow,
harkening
of my lonely bones
float
toward the sky.
Pealing,
I fill the cold night air
wondering
why the suns
warmth
is wasted on stones.
The
70’s soft rock whispered
Through
the darkened film…
I
could not help
But
cry out…
“Love
me with all your heart..”
Forever
Dying
Before
you I appear
As
dead, lifeless sprawl
That
you turn with
Your
shoe, examining
Each
scar, assessing
Every
promise of
Dying
hope.
I
do not flip back
As
your toe pokes,
For
I know many
Ways
to be dead.
You
smile coldly
At
my demise as
Bird
does the worm,
Quickly
digesting life.
I
remain quiet, keeping
My
death sacred
While
gently
You
tug at your laces.
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