Forever's Mist

by Ben Szwediuk
(UK)

A tear more for you,
yes, one more I think,
a cheek still defiant fair.
A quiet word that I never spake,
one last caress of golden hair.

A final sigh that's overdue,
yes, she will forgive,
a final mournful breath.
A sweet nothing now, while I still live,
and embrace a bitter death

Adore the weeping earth,
'neath where I now lay
that cleanses me of sin.
And falls in clumps by shovelled hand,
where all love begins.

Your spat earnest lies
oh, how they hide,
a soul of ashen grey.
Your last passion sealed inside this box.
Where it shall forever stay.