Lover’s death

The last vestige of the dark lies broken,
As traces of the dawn, and starker light
That seeps into you before you’ve woken,
The vivisection of a dreamless night.
In that moment of pain and sundering,
Beneath the wreckage and more clamant stares.
Words not spoke and the silent blundering,
Lie cool between us in the morning air.
And she will feign to call your name, before
You step beyond the door, her faint goodbyes,
That softly cry, falling on the muffled floor,
And love is lost among the ashen skies.
Think now of her memory and regret,
The silent sadness of the lover’s death.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s