@Leda 5 March 2020 more from that month

Momento Mori

He whom I shared my own You died so soon  And I, in you, still living moan  Where all, all gnawed my boon It was a mess of beautiful chaos  Of who you once were  And who I once was Though emptiness not yet filled  Your heart, a heart not yet yelled Of hurt and writhe and agony  And all what was ment to flee Lost its wings around you and me Deep within, in visions of the thunder  The light which binds me still yonder  The lines I penned thaught me not  Neither saved me from my thought From the most Deciful symphony  which was, hatefully, played by me I'm hated by only me  yet, if ever joy was passing by  with it's collision of true and lie  ‎I would never mind of saying hi