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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There is an abysmal void in the hollow of my breast where once my heart pulsed, now weak and weary. I cannot quell emotions your death has repressed since our cord of silken threads has come unraveled. Malaise in my heart leaves me cold and dreary. I long to embrace you on the doorstep of time, never allowing it to deprive me of you again. I ache for the warmth of your breath on my nape, and inhale the virile scent of you that lingers. From these cherished memories I seek no escape. Chilled are my nights, even beside the fireside, while reading romantic sonnets you wrote. I can quote your verses, every line in verbatim but the sound of my voice in an empty room leaves me yearning for silence, death by garrote. I swear I hear your steps over thresholds I cross. Wisps of your hair remain in your bristled brush. Your laughter seems to float upon the air, and your footfalls tread upon the creaky stair until I whisper, "It's not him. Hush, please hush." Dear memory, how long shall you torture me? Each reverie, a dagger thrust to its hilt in my heart. Answer me, when shall I live a life of quiet repose? How long shall I be haunted by the illusion, of the man who vowed we would never part? Timid is my approach to the room's tenebrous corner. With his vestige close, I cling to him in the night. Our shadows dance. In his arms, I'm swept away. With each swaying step his presence I garner, as we waltz across the room in the glow of moonlight. November 26, 2022 2022 Poetry Marathon ~ Mile 21 Contest Sponsored by Mark Toney
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