Perhaps we are meant to be fragile beings,
our hearts are too delicate to hold
the weight of all the joy love brings,
when hearts unite with rings of gold,
when the beauty and shine
over time wear thin,
and our mortal bonds weaken
and grow dim.

But, they say that time can heal all wounds,
yet past scars remain, fresh and raw,
aching beneath the sun and moon,
breaking every persuasive law.
To love so deeply is nature's test:
The more we feel,
the more we stress.

Is this the price we have to pay
for moments of euphoria?
Each high must have its falling day,
and each bond have an exposure.
When love creates vengeful beggars
because, the other breaks a sacred vow
that was made together.

Like shards of glass inbedded in skin,
betrayal cuts deeper than any blade.
Each memory, a poison that taints within,
crushing a loyal heart until it breaks,
and the more it beats,
the more it bleeds;
A contradiction of the heart’s
wants and needs.

And, still we chase this precious curse,
A blessed disease and painful gift.
In love’s ravenous hunger and insatiable thirst,
our hearts will move on and heal the rift.
Though pain and love
walk hand in hand,
Through desire,
we grow and understand.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I can't believe that you have gone.

This isn't real, it’s a ruse, it's a trick,  
your absence lingers like dawn's mist,  
but with the sunrise it will surely lift.
My phone will ring, the door is unlocked,  
and I’ll keep your dinner warm
as I wait for you to come home.

Why the hell did you have to die?!  
My fists press hard against the wall,  
and I clench my teeth until my jaw hurts,
as tears roll down cheeks flushed with anger.
I curse God, time, space, fate,  
and everything that took you away.

I was never much of a haggler,
but, I’ll trade all of my tomorrows for yesterday,
and I’ll find a way to save you
and cherish every moment with you.
Please, rewind the clock, I pray;
Even if it is just for one more day.

Gloominess penetrates my worn-out bones,
as lead weights burden my heavy steps.  
My breath feels too heavy to carry,  
and these memories are too painful to hold.
I sink, I drown, I gasp for air,
and I fade into the depths of despair.

But, after a while, life is not so hard,
I watch the sunrise, as a new dawn begins,  
and your memory no longer hurts to recall,
instead, it warms my heart like a gentle hug.  
I smile because you lived and you were loved;
And somehow, I can accept that this is
more than enough.

Please, now go and rest in peace.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Dogs who are so loyal and giving,
deserve no less than this;
As they depart for heaven's gate,  
with a final good dog fuss  
and a tearful, loving kiss.

Holding tightly to their paw,  
till their eyes softly close,  
while their gentle, peaceful spirit soars,  
but, continues living within  
that broken heart of yours.

This is where their pain ends,  
and where your sorrow begins.  
Yet, they will be looking down
from the beautiful stars  
over the rainbow bridge.

We know that all good dogs go to heaven,  
to realms beyond this earthly plane,  
to a paradise where they run free,  
in a land of boundless joy,  
where fusses and play never end.

But, good dogs will never forget you,
they will be waiting so patiently,  
for that wonderful moment
when you will join them,  
and call out their name.

They'll come running so quickly,
their tail wagging incredibly fast
as they eagerly lick your face,
overjoyed to be reunited
with their forever friend at last.

©️Lizzie Bevis

For Jess 28/01/2014 - 11/01/2025
Thank you for all of the cuddles you gave me, when I looked after you when your mummy and daddy were at work.

I’m going to miss you Jessica Wabbit

Their hearts beat with ours,
keeping time with wagging tails,
never asking for anything more
than care and love,
then return it tenfold
with a gentle warmth
to mend our broken days.
Dogs teach us to live life fully,
they make our days so much better
just by being our spirited
and faithful friends,
which breaks us so deeply
at the very end.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Sitting here in this cheerful café,
I watch the steam rise from my cup,
and I stir some sugar into my tea
as shared laughter drifts upwards.

A delicious lemon drizzle cake
sits in the centre of the table,
much like a sweet, sticky offering
to the joys of friendship, good company
and fond memories.

We sit here chatting away
as if no time has passed between us,
the conversation flows like honey,
as stories and smiles spill across the table
along with stray cake crumbs.

Time seems irrelevant
as tea leaves unfurl,
seeping in the teapot
as our hearts open just as gently.

Our voices blend like the perfect brew
strong and sweet,
warm and familiar
filling emptiness with belonging.

The afternoon daylight streams
through the large windows,
warming our eyes and faces
in this moment we created.

Perfect in its simplicity,
rich as lemon drizzle cake
and as enduring as friendship.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Grey clouds burst from leaden skies,
While puddles mirror my heavy eyes,
The thrumming droplets on window panes
Echo the throbbing of my aches and pains.

Lifeless streets shine, although grim and wet,
While every puddle swells with regret,
As wind blows through the scraggy bare trees,
Howling and wailing into the breeze.

I stand in shop doorways to keep dry
As rain continues to fall from the sky,
Like tears that stain the sullen ground,
And my hope dissipates without a sound.

I look around and I know
That it will be another dismal day.

©️Lizzie Bevis