*The Saddest Memory*

My love,
I hope
that somewhere in this cold world
there is a cure against the evil darkness.

You and I,
maybe just like the autumn leaves,
keep on falling to the ground.
I was trying to find the key
of the black cover that holds you
in its cold embrace.
And I failed.

A love had been born
among the strong words,
inviting me
into one magic world.
But we were nothing more
than just two strangers,
suited so well together
in a wild dance of words.
Our love
was not enough.
The weakness was larger,
it never won over fears.

In stead of staying alive, together,
we’ve chosen to slowly die. Alone.
You’ve become the Dead Poet…
Yet for me – still Immortal,
still the one from my dream.
Do you remember
how I was prepared to haunt you forever?

So, I guess we’ll be good, darling.
I will find you again.
In another life.

***

© Eclipse 2009
(Note: Reposted from the archive, on the day that could have become a black anniversary…)

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~ by Eclipse on April 30, 2012.