Crestfallen - Quatern
Crestfallen (Quatern)
And now - there is but emptiness
slow breathing of unscented air
that on my soul did so impress
the aura of her presence near.
The wine’s been poured, the bottle passed,
and now - there is but emptiness
cold loneliness of shadow cast
sweet fading touch of parting’s kiss.
Lingering hints of love’s duress
shared secrets that we could not bear
and now - there is but emptiness
and tears shed for an empty chair.
For love’s first flowers always bloom
as waves full powered at their crest
then wilt, and break, and leave the room
and now - there is but emptiness.
4/20/2014
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