With her
strange little sing song way
of wrapping
her voice around words
She told me
that I should have hope
and I tried
to push her away
She found
this somehow endearing
some sort of
challenge for her to take on
And for four
years and some odd few months
she never
left me alone
She said she
always knew
that she was
fated to come to me
I only knew
that I loved her
with a force
I had never known
It was such
an adventure, our time
limitations
forcing us to dig
To reach into
ourselves, our thoughts, our minds
to create a
world where we could live
We set stages
and painted backdrops
we wrote
soundtracks and themes
I sang to her
and she played for me
and the words
flowed in reams
The poetry
that she pulled from me
measures only
the depth of the soul
That together
we came to trust
and
fearlessly learned to grow
~
She is gone
now
and I feel
the death that took her
It watches me
from the shadows
from the dark
corners of the room
I hear its
laughter late into the night
the time,
when she would come to me
I hear its snicker,
its giggle of delight
because now
it has her
It tempts and
taunts me to join them
to creep into
those corners
It leaves me
crumbs of memories
and the echo
of the sound of her voice
In the
beginning, she fought
fiercely, she
clung to life
She created
in both our minds
a world where
she wanted to live
But with the
ticking hands of time
the Amazon
grew weary
Her stamina
and steam
becoming a
slow, and gentle burn
She came to
me less often
in the wee
small hours of night
Where she
once upon a time
kept me sleepless
for days on end
She was
quieter then
as the dusk
settled in
No longer
demanding
that her
hunger be fed
That sing
song voice once so musical
lost its lilt
in the effort for breath
She became
fragile and weary yet still
she comforted
me until the end
She left me
in quiet silence
I don’t know
the exact day or time
The last
words she wrote to me
still sick,
getting better, trying…
for my muse
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