to the man i once loved: a poetry

Because I could not stop for death---

Because I could not stop for death---
He kindly stopped for me---
No candles burnt of life,
but shadows to me.

We travelled breezes of hues,
found souls within a tree---
hanging into half,
willed for mortality.

I expected none but hell---
swirled with adversary---
surmised with bunch of heirs,
heaven of tyranny.

I knew no keepsakes---
I lost them on my way---
Interposed between
but lies and reality.