amor tardius occidit
We should have
been so much
more.
Now we're just a torn
page
in a finished book.
The memories are
fading,
but the pain still lingers.
I still smell you on
my fingers.
I still taste you on
my tongue.
Love kills slowly;
a backward glance from
an invisible god.
I'm a bird that sings,
but cannot fly.
I'm the ticking of a
clock.
A rocking chair.
tick
tock...
- Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: October 24th, 2024 14:42
- Comment from author about the poem: I do my poetry readings on my you tube channel to promote my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
- Category: Unclassified
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