My Dead Language

You would have been

You would have been

You could have been

In some ways you are still

The love of my life

The keeper of my soul

Although almost unrecognizable

To my eyes that only see truth

And a giving spirit

It is in my nature to love you

To beat with every breathe you swallow

It is unchanging

Absolute you could say.

But I must travel and leave you to live

Only in the depths of me

Where you cannot,

Where you will not grow.

It isn’t that I’ve lost you

I’d know well enough to say so

But you have lost me in your you

So farewell love of my life

Keeper of my soul

I hope you find what you’re looking for

 

 

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