Should My Days End (Poetry)
Should my days end
with no romantic love
waiting for me
beyond the veil,
or perhaps no lover
left mourning me,
with a glimmer of light
burning sorrowful
and bright
knowing one day
they will join me;
then let it be known
that in this life
I have felt love.
I have felt love
from my family,
I have felt love
from my friends.
I see the love in round
cream coloured eyes,
a fluff of feathers,
and painless love bites
to remind me she’s boss
but is happy I’m here.
I will not depart this life
having not known love.
At the end of my days
I will rest in peace
knowing some
who ran their hands
along my body,
who caressed my lips
with their lips,
as we lay quivering
in the sheets,
held my heart
within their heart
and truly, truly
loved me.
No one knows
when the end will be
but may I grow old
surrounded by my books
of memories.
Surrounded by the heartache
of love not reciprocated,
and of all the love
I lost.
Between the throbbing aches
may I acknowledge the love
I was offered,
yet could not return.
The hearts I too
did shatter.
May I relish in the love
from my family,
and my incredibly
supportive friends,
and all those strangers
whose lives I’ve touched,
or have touched mine,
yet we’ve never met.
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