So Close
So close and yet so far,
the firebrand of time leaves marks,
in swimming mist the dream expires,
damp squibs in dying sparks.
The tears will not cease,
they etch a tidemark deep and sad
on the face of all that could have been,
missing all I've never had.
In the tick of my biology
lies a gift that would not give,
with the beating of ghostly hearts
of that which could not live.
Mourning from the shadows
the lament howls in the depths of me
and each imagined brow I kiss
of those I loved who could not be...
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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