The Shadow of You
Now that you have passed,
the days are mostly a crescent memory,
eclipsed by the night illuminating
what daylight darkens.
And me...
sitting upon the edge of my bed,
I look down,
down in consternation...
down to where the stars fall,
down to where heaven overlaps emptiness,
slipping through the floorboards
like ribbons of gravity that can
not escape my insolvent darkness;
the thought that you,
you in your celestial light of death,
you no longer will tender my embrace.
I am afraid that now
if I saw you
I could no longer wrap
my arms around you,
arms that have been clutched
as they have all of these nights
around the shadow of you
upon the frame of my heart...
that they could no longer open,
and with love being just moments away
I would die within my own dream.
(March 27 2016)
Copyright © J. Tudor | Year Posted 2016
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