The End – An Elegy

[audio https://audioboo.fm/boos/2121030-the-end.mp3]

 

For a time, for a moment, you were all

You were my smile, and my ache, and my fall

We were once a promise, now we decay

It hurts my soul to say goodbye each day

 

The most bitter pill I’ve had to swallow

Knowing, after my heart, you’d not follow

That your love was ever only so deep

And yet somehow it continues to seep

 

In you I found such release, such glory

I’d had hopes we’d continue our story

That your exquisite fury you’d unleash

On every delicate part of me

 

Oh, your hands, your lips, your razor sharp teeth

How I longed to be taught and caught beneath

That face, that smile, how I would surrender

And let that gaze burn me to sweet ember

 

Burn we did, alas too quickly to last

Your perfect storm was ever meant to pass

And my harbor was never to be home

You, love, were the wind, always meant to roam

 

My heart must let go, to set you now free

As you once said, you were not meant for me

Though I love you, I leave you, though it’s sad

We could have been the best we’d ever had

 

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