This was written for a friend, who will likely never know this was written for them, but it was just the same, and it says all it needs to say.
PS – it is a rare occasion that I write poetry. Consider this a blue moon.
Watching
Watching
as the light fades from your eyes
day
by
day
by
day
makes every moment precious to me.
Like wine to a savior
or
conception in a barren womb.
Your touch is cold but it’s the memory of fire
that keeps me warm.
And as your ferry slips slowly from my sight
day
by
day
by
day
I cherish these lost moments, these stolen kisses, these shared war stories.
I remember –
a night spent in the dark where the only light
was the friction from our bodies as they moved in unison beneath a falling sky.
I remember –
holding your hand when your sister died, and holding it until you fell asleep and finally let me go.
I remember –
how we were going to grow old together, never knowing how young old really was to you.
And I know.
I know about them.
I know it is before another hearth you warm yourself, and that I only have rest to offer in the bed we share.
I know you are lost to me.
And I know you were found by another.
But I have the memory of fire to keep me warm at night.
I have the phantom of your kiss to remind me of the years.
And I have the cold certainty that it is better to let you leave than to force you to go.
Watching as you float away, to shores I’ll never know.
this is great. it really is so good. even the line spacing is exceptional.
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