A poem about lost love.

I stood, shaking in front of you

As the songs were sung, the prayers said

And I called out to you, 

But you did not answer, because you were dead

I cried silently, watching, waiting

And as time ticked by

Every moment, I was hating

The fact that I never got to say goodbye

So I write to you, my love

As you watch me from above,

Everthing I never got to say to you:

I met you two years ago on the corner of Fremont Avenue

And even then I knew that I would fall for you.

You looked at me strangely when I voiced this aloud

And right then, I nearly cowed

But, I stood strong

And eventually, you came along.

You were my first everything

Which is why everyone was surprised when I bought the ring

But, i didn’t need to date around,

Looking for something I had already found.

We made it two years together,

Cruising straight through the stormy weather

We survived every obstacle put in front of us

So easily, no fuss

But there was one we could not avoid,

One we thought to be, because of our ages, devoid.

But, death has no age limit, we now know

Wish we would’ve known earlier, though.

(Heart failure at twenty eight years old

Is not uncommon, I am now told.)

It saddens me to think of all the more years we could have had

All the ups and downs, good and bad.

I think of all the years you won’t get to live

And you know that there is nothing I wouldn’t give

So that you could have those years of life

I’d even give you up as my wife, 

If that’s what it would take,

You have no idea of all the sacrifices I would make.

But, that’s the thing about life and death: it doesn’t work that way

You can be alive one day

And the next day gone.

And it all just seems so wrong.

I still have your ring.

Without it, I have nothing left.

Some people believe that love can endure anything

Except death

But that’s not true,

at least not for me and you.

And even though it’s time to say goodbye,

Just remember that my love for you will ALWAYS be able light the darkest sky.

Death can only strengthen love,

Not destroy it.

I love you, 

And I miss you dearly.

Signed sincerely,

Me.

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