The sharp stab of love flies
From the grave to touch my heart;
A wintry smile adorns her face
As solemnly we move apart
Remembering one we’ve lost.
Several minutes fill the space
Between the news and revelation’s pain;
For no-one ever feels this way
Exactly as another. Death is gain
The priest intones but what of me?
The smell of roses fills my mind
Reminding me of summer’s soul.
From then till now our lifetimes
Met and intertwined. I became whole
And you loved this woman I too love.
Now grief has entered and remains
For ever. My unworthy plan
To steal your love for me, blocked
By fearlessness too broad to span
The narrowness we lived within.
The future now is loneliness
And always thoughts of who we were
Together and apart. And who
You were for she we share;
She who I can never now embrace.