The day love died

A poem from the work titled "The Death of Matrimony": by Ursula Kay Vos

For all the times you've broken
My heart,
For all the times
You've walked out,

Pushing away
My outstretched hand.

For this love you've stretched 
So far...

On distant memories,
Too few,
Too far between.

The soul of the love,
You've
broken...


The tears I've cried,
dry now,
An ache wells up.

From the pit of my being,
from the memory of the man...
Tasted for a season

The taste fades,
as salted tears
trail 
my
face...

Carry your memories away!

The man you showed, 
gone now.
You're here
In his place.

Sowing seeds
The tears flow
Of inflated memories...

Cold hands 
Crossing 
Your chest

In the spot 
I used to rest...

An emptiness filled,
Or is it maybe....

No longer
My place of refuge
Your smile,
Creeps not for me...

The sway
Of a walk
Only...
You're not looking.

This death,
That's become
The life we once shared,
Upon us now

Another time,
Another place,
Another life perhaps?
This day I'd write
I'd celebrate
The joining
That never
Happened....

Ursula Kay Vos
5/2012

Author's Note

A poem for the book "The Death of Matrimony" to be included in a larger work "Titling Vincent" by Ursula Kay Vos. Projected release 6/2013.

As always your comments and feedback are appreciated and welcome!
I always have new pieces and typically put them up on my RSS feed on my website at www.ursulakayvos.com. This one is for my dear friends her on WC!
UKV

Reviews

[EMF]

How to sum this up...without swearing. I can't so let's go for star thingys. F""" the B"""""". He's a pice of ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ with a ############# and a small@@@@@@ so I hope his##### falls off.

I think that's fair. But the poem? wonderful. Simply wonderful