Of Lost Love

In two minutes, I will die.

Just as I was born.

Born? Maybe acknowledged is more appropriate.

Either way…

…here I am.

Abandoned by my father

Left in your hands

Your nervous, innocent hands

Handle me with care for my life is oh, so fragile

Hold me…please

Like a young lover

Pale and white against the night sky

Trembling in your arms as we come to find ourselves

If only for the summer, a season of scattered and lost love

We careen towards our end, rushing to forget one another

So that we might hope to remember each other

With faded memories as the waning sunlight caresses your face

Let me dance upon the horizon of your mind

Wrap my fingers around your skull

And kiss you into oblivion

One day we’ll meet again, my dear

When your spirit has petered out and you’ve laid all other loves to rest

In your dying days you’ll yearn for something more

than the hands of your children that you never had

I’ll come to you as a eulogy

And in our shared death

You’ll find life again

Whispered on the frayed edges of this page

And we’ll remember this day

As the day you held me dearly

and we fell in love.