Painted Soul of my Heart
His memory lays away
Tucked in my coffin of loss.
His head hit the bed and he rested,
Leaving to him no cost.
Pine, his pillow
Roses, his crown
My joy in the knowing
My sorrow abounds.
In the loss he leaves me,
Painted soul of my heart.
He leaves before my going,
He leaves me without knowing.
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Author:
Katie B. (
Offline) - Published: January 26th, 2026 08:24
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Death literal or metaphorical such a final act for the one that leaves but painted in memory they sometimes fade but are never gone. A lovely poem Katie
Thank you so much for the comments.
You are most welcome Katie
Katie, this poem reads like a farewell spoken softly but firmly. Memory becomes a living presence, painted into the soul rather than sealed away. It’s a grief that loves, remembers, and endures. A beautiful, heartfelt piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much for your lovely comments!
Most welcome, Katie!
Beautiful emotive words Katie.
Andy
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