Loved, Loved Again
memory is calling
living has turned
to haunting dreams
they seem to call out
whispering her name
an invitation to be loved again
in the midst of
all the dreams
that can't come true
as her last breath
brushed upon my face
her last touch weaken
on my arm
despair and depression
have made me promises
they will keep
unlike the ones
I can't make to her
her last words still ring
I love you
my love forever
in the moment of death
I caught her last look
I saw myself in those eyes
I saw love
and a future
that wouldn't be
one careless moment
and the brilliant color
of love
becomes black
lonely prevails
it wins
leaving
just a longing
to be loved again
by her
Copyright © Mark King | Year Posted 2006
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