Epilogue

We will never talk again,
All is said and done,
All there is the shrine of shamelessly shining pain,
Oh here we go again and I have begun!
We will never talk again,
But in my memory there is a stain
Of us 
Telling me to never shut up about you 
Even in pain,
The fading memory of you and me that never really happened,
I see us,
Us sitting in a lavender field,
Me playing with your velvety hair,
You, staring into the universe of my eyes,
I see us,
Us waltzing in my dreams into the nocturnal reverie,
I see us,
Your pretentious promises,
Your innocent little smile and lines around your eyes,
Your eyes telling me and teaching me love,
I see us,
Maybe in another lifetime,
Oh another lifetime,
To wait for it is death and to hope for it is life,
And I see us,
Holding hands and walking down the sunsets.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Nicole Avatar
November 27, 2025 at 4:40 PM
' To wait for it is death and to hope for it is life. ' So many emotions tangle the heart, when a loved one is no longer here. Holding moments and memories close, helps with the ache, sometimes. Hugs to you, Anne. ~ Brandy
Rodrigues Avatar
November 26, 2025 at 6:21 AM
I think that man is an imagined one. Don’t we long for all that romance. Still, I find mine takes care of us. We have great adventures. I hope you find great adventure! Hugs
Godwin Avatar
November 24, 2025 at 5:48 PM
Oh, sweet Anne, you are still in pain which is responsible for awesome poems that wouldn't have been written otherwise. I have been unable to comment due to a hand injury, my husband helped me post poems (that was fun) Andrea did a blog so all might know I wasn't ignoring them) I wrote a poem w/ u in mind - I haven't posted & also "Keeping Love Alive" but you weren't here at the time to tell you it was you as interpreted by me. I've missed you and reading you, you've been in my thoughts.
Rodgers Avatar
November 24, 2025 at 9:11 AM
Dearest Anne, I miss your poems! Your words carried the anguish of memory, and I sense it feels both imagined and real, a haunting blend of longing and dream. Your repetition deepens the sense of inevitability, turning absence into a vision of love that refuses to fade. Autumn Blessings, Dear Anne, Daniel
Goldsmith Avatar
November 21, 2025 at 9:37 AM
A powerful write. Sometimes we need to say, Good Bye and move on. Hope you are OK.... I wish you would write more. Have a blessed/wonderful ~~ day/weekend writing away............
Buhagiar Avatar
November 17, 2025 at 2:04 AM
Dear Anne, I admire this poem very much. There is emotion throughout.
George Avatar
November 17, 2025 at 1:40 AM
"To wait for it is death and to hope for it is life," A beautiful line that summarizes the agony of eternal waiting , but the thrill in hoping about a reunion. A lovely nostalgic poem, dear Anne.
Rolland Avatar
November 15, 2025 at 3:50 PM
touching poem, with regrets, images are evocative and sensitive, enjoyed
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