A Forgotten Relic
Her favorite dress hangs, gathering dust;
yet, in my mind, I see her wearing it.
My tinder-heart is set afire by love's
inextinguishable, eternal flame.
She lingers in the shadows of the night;
and oft visits me in my tear-filled dreams.
We once faced life's obstacles together;
before she died, I was never alone.
The sands of time cannot lessen my grief;
her passing pierces my heart every day.
And I feel like a forgotten relic;
buried under memories of my past.
I'll welcome the angel of Death in time;
and once more merge with the love of my life.
For the instant life's candle sputters out;
we'll lovingly embrace and become one.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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