The bright neon nerves
Of all our Saturday nights,
Our souls joined at the hips
As we devoured life
Fade in the light of
Our Sunday Afternoon.

Whispers and Echoes
Haunt me when my mind
Grows still.
Your eyes in mine,
Your hands in mine,
We wrote a song
The world will never sing.

Somehow eternity
Comes to an end,
Infinity is measured
Step by step
And the most beautiful
And perfect words we ever spoke
Our vows,
Are done.

Intensity
comes at a price
And Poems cut.
I bleed my words
And tear myself to tears
To voice my love,
My pain, my loss.
My willingness to feel
And feel again
When common sense
Is screaming please go numb!

To honour all our beauty
Without grief,
To learn from all our failings
Without guilt,
To savour every memory
As a thing complete unto itself
A finished gleaming work of art
That needs no other touch...

This is my prayer!

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