Poem -
Happiness
You called
we talked
no-- words left your tongue
I died
I fucked my grief
into a forlorn soul
we both died
conversation and cigarettes
revealed what was inescapable
she still yearns
I still...
she and I
died a little more.
©Lost
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Thank you Cherie
My Dear Friend Lost,
Paradise Lost
Silence not golden
Two hearts broken
Two souls unspoken
We die more each day
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
Paradise but a myth, death a certainty and soul but broken. Thank for reading and the very apropos reaponse Larry