Dead To Me Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Dead To Me



Slice the heavens and slit my wrists!
The flowing river gently twists.
A specter rises from the mists
in the ghostly image of you.

A light rain falls like windblown tears.
Whispers echo within my ears.
I loved you for so many years,
but the years have become too few.

I would have died to keep you near.
Our future seemed so very clear.
How I loved you, loved you dear,
more than a heart is wont to do.

But green fields turned to trails of mud.
The bank was breached within the flood.
Your heart seemed drained of all its blood;
and in silence, the silence grew.

Why did you throw it all away
and make it so I could not stay?
I will never forget that day
nor the pain that you put me through.

I saw in you my better half.
O! How you used to make me laugh
with every foolish joke and gaffe,
the smallest things you used to do.

You did not see what I could see
when seeing you look back at me,
the good in you, the best to be;
but your promises were not true.

The waves of love I dearly miss,
the way that my heart swelled with bliss,
the joy that I felt with each kiss
before love's wings no longer flew.

Now there is nothing left to save.
You took everything that I gave
and tossed it in a shallow grave.
I let the memories ensue.

You ruined everything for good.
In tears, I left the neighborhood.
I walked alone and understood.
That was the end - the end of you.

You settled for what used to be
though I replaced the lock and key.
You are forever dead to me.
Thick dark clouds and shadows imbue.

For the sake of your foolish pride,
your heart was closed; your tongue was tied.
I was ignored and cast aside.
You damaged the trust that I knew.

You could not, would not be the man;
and like a coward, you just ran.
I am back to where I began,
but nothing is clouding my view.

It has nothing to do with me.
Your lack of love has set me free;
and on this point, we must agree:
I am stronger for loving you.

I wish you all the very best.
I hope your days and nights are blessed;
and when you take that final rest,
you can bury my love with you.

Dead To Me
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I would have died for you. Now, you are dead to me.
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