Live for now. Don’t dwell on what has been. In that way lies the sins Of bitterness, And the many hells Of regret... I’m told. And yet. The older and more forgetful I become, The less I can recall The planes of your Face. The comely way you walked. The warm tones Of how you talked to me. And you’re not Here. Are you? Not now. Now the past Has claimed you. That’s where you live. Dimming With each day. Greyer than the day Before. And even then, The best of you Is masked by a stark Reminder Of how those Locusts stripped You bare. I must fight to Keep my Focus on a better you. The awkward, Impish other you. The one I talked To until early light. The bright and Slight, and shy, and Sometimes frightened you. But even then, I’m not to be Commended for Reaching back into The dark and fading Past. Live now, They tell me. Live on. But how? When you live there. When you live then. Just a slim strand of Frail memory between us. Keeping us Together. But failing more each Hour. Until, that brilliant Showering spark of your soul Has gone. And the past Has swallowed you Whole.
How Was It That I Didn’t Love You More?
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How was it that I didn’t love you more? Your frailty as delicate as spring. How sad I didn’t prize to hear before, The sweetness of the songs you’d always sing.
This almost brought me to tears. The realization that they are just memory is earth-shattering. Okay, now I’m crying.
This is amazing! Beautiful words to describe the inevitable fade into memory 🤍