Music I heard with you was more than music when I was with you
Poetry read was more than mere words when I was with you
Music and words meant more when I was with you
Moonlight thru the trees was more romantic when I was you and
Memories of you are so much more now that you are gone.
Moonlight, the final measures of a melody, the whispered stanzas of a small poem
Are all that remain of you, and I am so alone. I am so alone.
I remember: I am alone with the memories.
If only you remembered as well!
Do you remember? Can you, or must the memories be mine alone?
I recall so clearly, the moonlight and the sear, black branches of leafless trees, clawing, reaching toward the wan moon.
Do you remember? Do you remember those words uttered beneath the pale moon light, beneath the black, leafless trees, the Words that wrapped us all about, that bound us one to the other?
Each word was a sacred oath that bound us together sworn till death do us part?
Do you remember?
That oath, the sacred word each of us swore beneath that wan, sinking moon, the
Eternal lamp lit beneath that pale moon hot in our breaths, that
lit our way to this, our last day in that light?
To this day, the time of our parting.
There was the light and now is the darkness of our parting.
I cannot comprehend this darkness.