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For The Vanished

The grey skies swallowed up your colorful existence

Disappeared under the blanketing clouds of New York

They tell me that time brings healing distance

 

My subconsciousness repeats visions of you

Reproducing each evening walk and day light kiss

Wish I had viral encephalitis again from the flu

 

Affection for you overflowed like scorching lava

That love I had was of the deadliness venom

Placed a tourniquet around my superior vena cava

 

I’m the faithful poet soldier with the greatest fidelity

Only memories of you are constant

Like a hamster spinning its wheel of eternity

 

Recollections of you begin to fade

I hope for a life full of amnesia

It was inevitable that my heart was to be betrayed

 

The echo of your voice now dissolved

No more whispers of unlawful infatuation

Now free from my clenching heart and absolved

 

You were a humming bird’s song and a tulip’s bloom

Long vanished from my existence

Forever I’m buried in a lover’s tomb

 

I did not ask for this torture and anguish inside

Perpetual unbearable pain and agony

Makes me want to commit the grandest suicide

 

 

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.10.02.16:59@323NYC