A Reimagining of Love

Some things are just too hard to let go.

The Autumn winds are whispering,

Another year's at end,

The passing of the leaves all mark

 The absence of a friend.

 

The sky is crisp and clear and blue,

His breath is on the air,

He silently walks through the street

With sunlight in his hair.

 

His eyes are cast down at his feet,

He hurries to get home,

Afraid to stop beside the park

With the blackened dome.

 

But still his feet traverse their own,

He cannot stop their path,

They bring him to the greenest grass

Left in the aftermath.

 

All signs of life grew fully back,

No ashes could be seen,

Flowers and trees and birds were there,

Loving this happy scene.

 

Charred remains were still there, standing,

Burned in their final hour,

His knees are trembling, he is weak,

His tongue just tastes so sour.

 

He sees her walking through the shade,

He reaches out to her,

She smiles warmly and takes his hand,

He feels her, almost sure.

 

He pulls her gently into him,

They slowly start to dance,

He tries to kiss, but then she's gone,

He cannot necromance.

 

He's left to deal with loss alone,

His heart catches a chill,

He quickly wipes his tear-filled eyes,

And then descends the hill.

 

He turned his back on her black grave,

He never had denied,

This place of cheerful happiness,

Was where his Love had died.

Author's Note

It's been a while since I last wrote a poem but I want you all to tell me what you think. All criticism is welcome! Oh, and yes I know "necromance" isn't a real word, but I just made "necromancy" into a verb in order to better suite the lines. Thank you. :)

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Very solemn! Very profound! love the flow and musicality of this (and "necromance" is a word if you believe it! For that's the beauty of being a writer: you get to neologize!). My only critique on this is that the line "But still his feet traverse their own" sounds awkward. I know what they're trying to mean, but I don't think the wording is right to express that. Well done otherwise!!

[Philip Muls]

Good play with words, nice flow.