Fin

Fin
The light shudders and flits,
Like so many diamond.
Shards of white glitter whirling in the wind.
This was the place where I once knew you.
I am sure, although it is fading now,
Like the closing scene of a chaplain film.
No pale, soft petals of magnolia flutter to the ground now.
No sweet music of the blackbird lifts towards us.
There is nothing sweet,
But for the bitter sweet tang of nostalgia.
Nostalgia and regret.
My guilt engulfs the light,
As did your death, snuffed out by the utter blackness of eternal night.
This darkness is of my own making.
For had I made a world of fancy for you and I,
The light would not shudder,
Nor the glitter whirl,
Nor the virgin petals turn crisp and brown.
If I had created a haven like that,
Still you would live
And I would breathe you life.
Still we would sit in the warmth of the basking sun,
That is now so far away.
Still you would be with me.
But you are gone and only the darkness embraces me now.