Ha my lovely!
Alas! The light has gone
Out of our love
I am bereft
Of what I am
The essential me.
You withdrew
Your trust in me
With that love-lofty heart
That beat only for me
The drumming woodpecker.
Trust, the essential ingredient
The quintessence of love
The cream in my coffee
More significant than love
Like trees in a forest.
You took away the prop
That stood me vertical
Now I lay prone
Bereft of all meaning
Of love,of throbbing life.
In the throes of a death.
But I do not cease
Nor find release
No cessation of things.
I see the branches swaying
Trees shedding leaves
A verdant rain that echoes
My own particular death
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