I sleep in your death bed
I taste your last kiss on my lips.
Haunted with apparitions
of Christmas past.
I promised you,
failed no action taken,
still frozen
your tears still moist
on my fingertips.
No more secret walks on the beach.
No more hot morning coffee.
Your ashes look down on me,
they never put your ring with you
it rests on top.
I can only remember
it resting on your finger.
There was so much more
that was left unfinished.
Like echoes in an empty room
it fills my head
all the words I failed to say,
each time I wasn’t their to hold you.
I learned how to live with loss
but you were just to much.
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