This is the second poem I wrote. I wrote it in 1993, when I was in university.
Copyright, 1993.
Once the pale moonlight washed over us
Our love was full and complete
I gently touched your fingers
Your heart and mine together beat
Memories of what used to be
Wash over what is left of me
And I surrender.
The shadow touched the face I loved
The singing became silent
I barely salvaged my heart
Though not destroyed, it's cracked and bent
Memories of what used to be
Wash over what is left of me
And I bow under
My pain.
The tears I cry
Mingle and die
Do they travel the same path as the ones we love?
If they do, maybe they can
Bring my love to you.