This poem is the result of a cancer scare for my partner and I imagined if the worst situation were the result how I would cope without her....
My body, still thirsts,
For your touch;
As the desert, craves the rain.
The melody,
That once was us;
Will never play again...
The Rose,
Symbolic of our love.
One day, forgot to bloom.
Did not forewarn,
Its thorny wounds;
Had yet, to play their tune.
Poignant memory,
All that's left; of
Blissful days we knew..
.
The day you died;
I sat and cried.
And part of me died too....
For I was lost;
As a star is lost,
Above the suns' bright hue...
And every day;
That comes my way.
Is spent in missing you.......
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
This poem is the result of a cancer scare for my partner and I imagined if the worst situation were the result how I would cope without her....
My body, still thirsts,
For your touch;
As the desert, craves the rain.
The melody,
That once was us;
Will never play again...
The Rose,
Symbolic of our love.
One day, forgot to bloom.
Did not forewarn,
Its thorny wounds;
Had yet, to play their tune.
Poignant memory,
All that's left; of
Blissful days we knew..
.
The day you died;
I sat and cried.
And part of me died too....
For I was lost;
As a star is lost,
Above the suns' bright hue...
And every day;
That comes my way.
Is spent in missing you.......