Expired Love
We dress in black to represent our expired love.
You should be the one pulling on the white glove,
as the young pall-bearer for an elder.
Instead, your stoic father marches past me
on the cold concrete in front of the church, setting you free.
I smile at the memory you shared of Christmas when you were seven.
This time, your little brother reminisces fondly, shedding warm tears behind tissues, hidden.
You left me too soon; you left us all to solemnly wander
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
Your uncle Vince belts out, his booming voice broken.
I won’t forget your cold, pasty
skin when you left our young love hastily.
Your damaged body in the hospital bed, so slender
I remember how your face flushed when you laughed breathlessly,
I can’t stop picturing how your face now is frozen, saintly.
I weep along to the shifting melody.
The day you left it was so windy,
It was a accident, but for my heart it was murder.
But today we will permanently part
without even giving life together a real start.
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On The Brink
PoetryThis is a compilation of things I've written aside from stories. It will mostly be short stories and poetry, possibly some rants because I do rant and complain a lot. Welp, enjoy! Let me know what you think!
