The Woman lost to Marius

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Some say

Seeing is believing

But how can you see what you feel? 

When you start grieving

While the black hearse of loving is leaving 

Leaving once treasured things behind 

Things like sweet love letters

Wedding rings

Perfume filled white sweaters

Memories and all things once kind and divine 

Which once made your soul sing

So to me, it's a lie

While I live through each day, but inside quietly die 

Listening to some still say

Seeing is believing

And knowing 

How can you see what you feel 

When you start grieving?

When the black hearse of loving is leaving 

And you're quietly going out of your mind 

Like a victim of organised crime

When your marriage to the hand, you once loved 

Has ran out of earthly time

And is no longer in your realm 

Breathing 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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