Love, Poetry

When she left,

His last words

were silence;

His fingers cold

to their tips;

Head down

with no gallantry

to even mouth a word

of apology or farewell bid;

His pale shivering skin

once an abode housing the

warmest most comforting heartbeat;

yet now only flounders on

with no meaning;

His veins don’t flow

with the same ardor

nor his vessel still

beat as sanguine;

It was as if

his soul left

after hers did.

 

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