Poem -

Upon Those Words She Chose to Leave Behind

I did not
merely stumble blindly
upon
those words
she left behind in such
exquisite
and likewise,
well-rehearsed disarray ..
And nor
did I by any chance,
as you might well imagine,
upon her sudden,
unscheduled departure ..
Since we
both knew I would,
one day return,
to firstly kneel and then,
lay prone
beside them all ..
While quaffing each
last drop of them and so
very deeply ..
For it is there
I shall remain, till done ..
And thus,
my final abreaction is both
quietly and
so very solemnly completed ..
Indeed then,
and only then, dare I squeeze
that last drop of the poison in ..

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Marion

Ah...exquisitely written as usual Nev...x

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Neville

Bless you M & so good to hear from you my friend .. NevilleΒ 

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author
Neville

I collect them .. thank you PDΒ 

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Being Me

This is written beautifully. You are a skilled poet. While this is a fine poem to read it does make me sad that you have suffered such pain. You have woven true emotion through these words x

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Neville

You really are way too kind Tina .. thank you so much x

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