After I Have Died - II

by Scott Utley

Burnt onto the pages of my ancient history,

is the story of our love; a spiritual decree.

Penned onto the memory of my simple, fleeting life,

is the epic of our union, quite beautifully described.

I am stunned by the depth of your soul.

Shall I be forever mystified?

And this evening, brazenly confetti’d on a Hollywood freeway overpass,

I saw your initials set upon a fractured heart.

While my soul bleeds adoration in silence,

I wonder, is this love’s crucifixion?

Is this how Mary felt in the garden?

No answer is of consequence,

for what I will remember long after I have died,

will be the memory of your face,

indelibly inscribed.


Posted on 01/29/2009
Copyright © 2019 Scott Utley

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/29/09 at 08:49 AM

Mmmm, I love some of what I see as unintentional rhymes, "described, mystified, died, inscribed." I like how the persona wonders if his experience is akin to how Mary felt at the crucifixion. And I love the idea that her face will be remembered long after death.

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