No Less...



07.10.98

I sang this song, once
of forever tied to golden chains
that would have happily shackled
this heart.
Why does it strike me so harshly
now, where I am?
Two years since we met
nine months since our demise
and still my heart weeps
for the loss of you.
I was joyous to be imprisoned
in your arms
and nothing has changed.
I would still die to be with you
held close to your heart
breath exchanged for your breath
soul entwined in your love
if only it were real.
No less real ~ my love.
No less pained ~ my heart.
No less lonely ~ my life.
I shall never be held in arms of caring
for I can not give up your ghost.
Haunted by the memories of heaven
I can only yearn to return.
My love, I sang that song
throaty, fervent
yet you were not listening.


© 1998, Tara Tambollio
Scraps of Thought