Lamenting Poem by Adryan Barnathan

our love seldom doubted
now seems dry
and jabs the sting of permanent gone
as a moment that was
and now is not

without devistation or demolishment
to finish a link to a past
dieing is no longer a sentiment

the years
not even belonging to dust
don't seem to count
when ice forms in the veins of one
who has let it slip away

without belief or emotion
there is nothing
to hold or remember
not even the death of Us

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