Foundation of the piece.
(Conjured from the Ether, of course)
I was at church recently and the priest said some interesting things, relating to life.
Namely, one of the biggest days of your life, when you're present but not there, is your wake.
What or who would you miss at that moment of self realisation?
(A lone voice whispers)
I still miss you
You know
And all those interesting places you used to take me
Like to Caesars Palace
After our wedding
To watch boxing
When the world was covered in snow
Malibu beach
On honeymoon
Where in that hot shade
Out of sight
Your soft lips
Tasted my soul
As it preached
New sermons from your mouth
As your hand travelled south
All those tantalising things
And so much more
But since I left
When God opened that heavenly door
I die silently inside
A thousand times a second
As my broken heart roars
Like Shakespeare's Romeo when he too
Crossed over in death
Whenever I look at your beautiful reflection
In my black scrying mirror
And think of all those precious things
I can't do together
Anymore
With my old life's torchbearer
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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