All because i loved you

once i wrote with the irreverence of youth
and the fire of a heart burning to ash 
i plucked words like faggots from blazing coal 
and on the anvil of exile i hammered sorrow into verse 
the burden of your suffering tore poetry from my flesh 
and on the night of your hanging there was dust in my lines 
i aimed for song and there was not an eye without tears 

i marked the fourteen stations of the cross 
but your death has killed my verse 
each day i wake on the hour to mourn 
and i feel like a wanderer in a city without lights 
passion flees in the fog and words crumble at my touch 
and my throat feels like a concrete floor 
the power of tears has deserted me 

i walk through the streets of this forbidding town 
searching for faces i used to know 
and your memory is like a faded picture in the pocket 
here and there i hear your name like the distant crack of a whip 
and there is a dull pain where the scars remain 
i recall your stubbornness and the ring of blood on your wrist 
and i embrace this cold that severed you from me 

once i howled with the rage of a bard 
there was epiphany in the pain 
and all because i loved you 
now i claw the walls for the naked word 
my lines are a hollow sepulchre 
ready for the final dust 
silence claims us at last 

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