Flickering
Dimming
Fading
Dying
Gone
Tried to light a candle
Find a spark
To make a flame
To help lead me past this
Move on with life
Find something more important
Was I successful?
I don't know
Found the spark
Lit the flame
He treats me well
I love him so
Perfect
Wonderful
Dream come true.
But if he be
The dream I search for
Why do I still see glimpses of you
Like dappled sun
Across the depths of the oceans
In his eyes?
I hear your echoes in his whispers
Feel your hand on my skin
When the hand in fact is his.
I see his shadow
Cast in the moonlight
Yet is it him
Or is it you
Who refuses to give up my heart?
Jealous ghost
You'll never hear me admit it aloud
'Tis not a proper thing to do, I know
I'll not let you exist anymore
Clouding my mind with unfaithful fantasies,
Images and wants of a life left in smoke.
And yet you're right
We both know it's true.
Must not linger too long
Over such that has been claimed
By Death
But can I ever truly love
Your replacement?
YOU ARE READING
From The Vaults Of My Mind
Poetry"But time it is. Time be cruel. Time did pass. And so did you. And you're losing your memory now. I hope one day you'll find me in the place where the lost things go." - Mash up of quotes by people who are not me.
