Aching thoughts of a lost love
Promises
I told you I’d be back
But you couldn’t wait that long
I promised gifts and treasure
Yet before that you were gone
How could I be so wrong –again?
Then gifts and treasures, too small for you
Were the all love that my heart could hold
More than enough to fill your heart and soul
Enough to fill your world with everything you wanted
A heart to hold every breath you breathe, so softly
Arms to melt every ache you felt, so tenderly
A mind to remember every loving wish, so caringly
All to bring magic back in your life, so brilliantly
A paradise unimagined by anyone else
Was yours for free
If you waited for me
But you were gone
Gone so far from me
All my gifts lie unopened
Unwanted and neglected
The love I have is in my heart
A heart now broken and unwanted
Pain and heartache lie within a withered husk
All I have is a hole where it used to be
So I pray with the tiny spark I have left
Let the emptiness of the Universe fill that hole
All that I can hope for to recreate my soul
To breathe life into that withered husk
The husk that remains of a once filled heart
Universe willing I can find the strength to carry on
Without this small hope life isn’t worth going on
For me, this is the last time to fight for life
It is, quite simply, the last fight
Hello death, my erstwhile companion
You have my reservation.
© Susan Jamieson 2014
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