Today is the first day

the sun cannot dress their embrace

in its warmth.

 

He has been closed out

from anymore of her words.

Filled with the burdening promise

of immeasureable emptiness

 

denied of so much more love

she had to give.

 

Comforts of their past

are now disregarded

put away forever without consent

and all that held their happiness down

is lost.

 

Leaving him besieged by deaths hand

turning so painfully slow

the cold cold pages

in his new book of perpetual heartaches.

 

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© Stef Wilde Tuesday 5th May 2015