if all things must end
then let this, too
be the end of me.
rather than live
always echoing,
echoing sadness
in a hollow husk.
rather than walk,
numb, along a shore
where hope is set afloat
upon a midwinter sea,
to find its own way home.
where love is mere memory
scrawled in sand.

let me lay down
amongst bitter grey ashes
where truth and promises burned,
let me lay down
and close my eyes
that no longer see your smile
let me lay down
with my tired heart
cobwebbed with cracks
and dream, and wish
for just a single day
without this emptiness.


Love’s Memory

I’ve drunk from memory to find you in my past.
Remembering nights when we sat till dawn
Drinking sweet red wine, from crystal glass,
Eyes flashing, teeth flashing, laughing.

I’ve opened old books to find you.
Recalling the crackle of page, crackle of fire
As we read in silence, side by side,
Glancing one at the other, and offering smiles.

I’ve walked dark roads to find you in my past.
Calling down empty corridors in my mind.
Looking into dusty rooms to catch your eye,
And shining, shining a light all the while.