Husk
The call came
that you were gone
and all that remained
was the simple act of driving
to see you one last time.
Your own terms
abided
always
something I will admire.
You left me
a husk
something you never were
something hard to erase from memory
always
unforgiving.
And during that simple act of driving
when all that remained
were your terms
I remembered the final time I lay with you
a husk
the party long over
the curtain long drawn.
© Copyright 2012 Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.
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Haunting perfection… a most beautiful remembrance.
Thank you very much
Haunting … a most beautiful remembrance.
Thank you!
Beautiful and moving as always.
Thank you Jaimie
Amazing… beautiful and powerful. –
Much appreciated, Lu
A beautiful poem, Joe.
Thank you Nina, your support is always greatly appreciated
Beautiful poem, Joseph.
Hi Annie, thank you very much