Zombie by Brian Francis Zombie
Here I stand beside your grave,
unwilling to release you still.
Remembering you, hauntingly clear,
smelling you, and feeling you close.
The chill of fall is upon me, damp
and cold, are these lonely nights
I find myself tending our memories,
tending them like a garden;
nurturing them with my tears.
Listless and sorrow-filled
I wonder through yesteryear,
cherishing what I had once been:
whole, happy, united with you
Now here alone in the drizzle
I stand beside your grave.
Blinded with grief, longing release,
wanting to follow you,
to find where you are hiding-
to embrace you just one more time.
08/26/2003 Posted on 08/26/2003 Copyright © 2024 Brian Francis
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Martini Koy on 08/27/03 at 02:14 PM love transcends our humble earthly experience. nice work. |
Posted by Don Coffman on 08/30/03 at 01:56 AM The love and happy times still show through the sadness in the poem, it's beautifully done. |
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