my last poem for you, my love, my last
sad mourning hymn. for you have gone, from heart,
from hands, from bed. It was my fault, your start
away, the move towards our end, our past.
The present just was not enough; I needed
room to breathe. You gave me that and more
besides; this thing, both good and bad, is sore
and sad in my heart still, my eyes yet wet.
but you and i, we've long finished, and top
to that, it needed to be done. we loved
but lost, were meant to stand but instead moved.
our hearts could not withstand the sudden drop.
i'll miss you, if i may, but let you walk
by me, and take your path - don't go astray.
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