Amor Tardius Occidit Poem by Thomas Case

Amor Tardius Occidit

Rating: 5.0


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...

Tuesday, June 1, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain,time
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
amor tardius occidit is latin for Love kills slowly
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Thomas Case

Thomas Case

Oxnard, California
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