To
wither, vanish, fade, and
diminish,
dissolving in a glass
half
empty that forgets,
whilst
growing in Time's passage
and
e'er shrinking with age
-is to
wither, vanish, fade, and diminish.
Darling,
I heed thy cries as you feel blemished,
and
are becoming nearer to Death than to me,
because
I cannot see the petals for the rose ye be,
or
at times sense what scents linger in your train
-as
you wither, vanish, fade, and diminish.
However,
in perfumed decay,
I watched you sustain your image,
and
persevere in a glass that I changed
out
and made half full, being so careful
when
putting you back in it:
but still
you wither, vanish, fade, and diminish.
The
day has come and you have gone away;
and
those familiar feel an agony
as
we display you finally
in
a heavenly vase, for
our
good intentioned and religious ceremony:
but
now I will now longer see you
-to
wither, vanish, fade, and diminish.
My dying relationship inspired this years ago.
This ending was written before it's ending, so I guess I called it. Normally I let the reader try to figure out my ambiguous thoughts for themselves, but this glimpse into my head comes free. For those of you that needed it not, all apologies.