Death at times has been the only thing to separate some
couples but the idea of love living on after death intrigues me and inspired me
to write Separated in attempt to try to explore that concept.
Separated
Every evening passes in the
careless whisper
of a departing train, my head
laid against
the cold glazed glass and I
find that my mornings
are dreaming of you, some faint
remain of
love sleeps on inside me,
slumbering like a
mindless kitten lost to the
sounds of winter,
the crackling of falling ice
and snow,
I have travelled too far
without you,
even now I linger on the sights
that flap like sails
behind me and I will not find
you, yet dare I try?
Dare I seek you out amongst the
crowds?
My wisdom has failed to let me
know but some years from now
when I am one with wind and
cloud perhaps we shall join
together, one with you and one
with all and never
again be separated.
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