Aug 07 2013

Always Kept

Published by at 6:04 am under Goodbye Poems

Early evening, sky is grey. The earth is mourning, too.
And I have found that I cannot shed any tears for you.
On your tombstone, on your grave, and on my aching heart,
I set a flower – red as blood – with which I’ll never part.

It’s set in flesh, and set in stone, and set within my mind
Where I shall hold it, always kept, and then, perhaps, shall find;
the warmth of love, or even hate, or even selfish fear,
to realise that I have been… been gone but never here.

Rain falls down – or are those tears? they taste of salt and pain
And I have found that I cannot shed all these tears again.
On your tombstone, on your grave, and on my healing heart,
I set a flower – dead as dust – with which I’ll never part.

This post was submitted by pixie.

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