Dying Love

Dying Love 

You haunt me like a daydream

that I cannot wake up from

I feel your presence daily

like a ring around the sun

Yet, I cannot say ‘I love you’

fearful I’ll wear it out

I didn’t know I’d lose you then

though I was filled with doubt

I’m reaping my own consequences

shadowed by a cloud

bathing in my misery

sheltered by the shroud

of dying love...

I’ve sat beside your bedside now

this two years past, or more

I’ve been a witness to your rage

locked behind closed doors

Now I’m exorcising everything

ridding of the fumes

extinguishing the passion

brandishing the plume

of dying love...

I want to bury you with Angela,

and Granny too and Gosh

I want to be reborn with vigour

overcome this loss

I sew the seed of hopefulness

dwelling in love’s ‘blind alley’

lingering over everything

for fear of letting go

of dying love.