Not a word was said, nor a tear shed
when she left me standing there alone
vulnerable and lost in my
We shared a look that penetrated each
others heart and soul, knowing it was the end
friends we proclaimed led to being lovers with
death do us part vows spoken out loud.
And now we stand at the last threshold of
calling it the end, no pretenses just deep
Convictions of lost time and jealous hearts.
Oh why must it end, losing your best friend
and lover of many years, is this really me
standing in her presence, bowed over like
a Samurai warrior plunging his sword
knowing the fall had ended as his blood
was given up to winters bitter cold.
Now my spirit soars like an eagle in flight
lost forever to the winds of time, chasing
my ghost from earlier pasts, tears still
flowing, dropping like ice cycles
piercing all broken hearts.
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