Departing

Do you remember 

That night

When our love was born

You pierce through my veins 

One with my blood

Your song in my mouth

Filling me 

With your blazing love 

Do you remember 

That day

When our love died 

Time made of stone

Hours repeating 

That broken window

Sorrow climbing vines through me

On the outside of an empty house

Departing 

Reviews

[Chelseawords]

this is a great piece. Everything that is born dies and even so with most loves.

[Neal S]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read it! :)

[Enigma Monster]

Wow, this was very powerful. Love's beginning, love's end...so sad. But beautiful. Excellent writing.

[Neal S]

Thank you for stopping by! And i'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

[T.S. Sky]

Nicely written. I can feel the love and the sadness at the same time.

[Neal S]

Thank you :)

[Hebe]

Sad ....I can feel the loneliness,
Your description makes you feel both extremes.... lovely!

[Neal S]

Thank you for taking the time to read it.

[Paul Bell]

The good and the bad. But the in between is where the memories lay.

[Neal S]

Indeed. Thank you Paul.

[Lorry]

Two sides of the coin, the best and worst, perfectly captured Neal.

[Neal S]

Thank you so much!

[Shannon]

Your phrasing is always truly unique and a pleasure to read:
Sorrow climbing vines through me
On the outside of a empty house

I also notice a distinct lack of blame here, which is refreshing when discussing love dissolved.

[Stan Lee]

Ditto to above. :D I liked the vine metaphor. It should be "an" empty house though. Overall great poem. :)

[Neal S]

Thank you :)