Plumes Of Midyear Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

And with a sigh, goodbye became the whisper
and she was gone with the last sound
with it my breath and composure
fell to my feet and regret became my companion
of what should have and what wasn't said
I begged for her affection with other words
many words and many laughs
I poured onto her my promises with tenderness
of winter comforts and spring kisses
my mind and heart flew to her on heaven's pace
quickly now I saw her embrace without taking a second breath
and in the hour we floated she confessed that I was hers
precious became that touch and forever became that warmth
and in so many words I gave her my life
and hid everything from her, granting allegiance and weakness
at her feet, forgetting her before cause I was her after
and with a sigh, hello became I love you before the name
and I need you followed the how are you
and with every verb and phrase that followed I explained
of what could have and what should have been
and before I knew it, goodbye became the whisper
and she was gone with the last sound...