Grasping

A lover whose love was lost makes a choice.

Just stop.
There's nothing left -
to hang on to.
The remnants 
turn to dust. 

Full stop.
Our tendrils,
intertwined to
combine, 
align,
on time,
to end with us. 

Nothing more,
Nothing less!

Nothing sore,
Nothing blessed. 

In the dust, there once was.
In the knots, strangled love. 

Author's Note

In the wake of your lover's death...
Would you listen to condolences, and travail?
Or would you fall... and gladly fail?

Reviews

[spiritwind]

This is word by word perfect.
Your structure lends itself to your thoughts.
I am very impressed.
I cannot pick out a fav line--there are too many---and they are woven together in such a whole.
Bravo!

[Athera Rose]

Wow, I really love this one. I absolutely love the words you choose and the meaning you convey.

[C.C. Marx]

Very thought provoking, great work

[Coyote Poetry]

A direct and powerful poem. When there is no hope. Hard to see the light or positive in a new day. I like the way you led the reader to the sad ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote