I am grieving you.
Someone I once knew.
A person.
But my person, no more.
We were rare, a thing of beauty.
Our love was striking.
And when we loved each other,
we loved most ardently.
But like all good things, we too must come to an end.
It does not erase what we had.
Our devotion to one another still exists.
It is buried in the past,
along with every caress of the skin.
and your hands interlocked in mine,
making promises we never could keep.
The flavor of our long forgotten love still linger on my lips,
begging to be spoken, to be tasted.
But, alas, it will have to suffer a bittersweet death.
I will introduce it to a permanent sleep.
It's new bed a grave.
Thank you.
And goodbye.