I have taken on the person of a friend who once told me this story. Sadly, I am without his friendship as he too has gone away from life.




BETTER IN THE MOURNING

As we went to bed
she turned to me and said
'I'll be better in the morning.'
I kissed her moist forehead
and savoured her salty taste
as I licked my lips with haste.

In the night I dreamed
we walked along a beach,
our feet relishing sand,
our love tightly hand in hand
and never ending it seemed
only smiles not needing speech.

Came morning only for me.
She was cold and still
no breathing could I see.
My Life began it's downhill
trend, witout my absentee
soulmate who my heart did fill.

 

 

© Griffonner 2023





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Written on 2023-03-03 at 12:45

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm certain your friend would have loved this poem.
Especially as it's written from the heart.
Regards Alan
2023-03-04


D G Moody
This conveyed the actual experience in a way that took me into this tragedy. A well crafted poem - A good one Allen.
2023-03-03


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A gentle telling of a love lost… interesting rhyme and cadence. Bravo!
2023-03-03