Ending III

— David Eisbach

I held her tightly casting pride aside
 A gnawing pain, I tried in vain to hide
 Repeating vows to love and not deceive.
 But wounded I, who’d tasted bile, accepted
 Our love had submerged in weakened slumber.
 The melody of love lay mute, encrypted
 In voids where sadness reigns unencumbered.
 The avalanche of time advanced to heal
 The hurt, self doubt, decaying worth, dismay.
 My spirit, once again, was moved to feel
 Illusive beauty’s thrill along the way.
 Now thoughts of even gestures, something she said,
 Will stir in me what I, long thought, was dead.

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