Just short of love
By bdgrey
Dying I lived to see just short of love. So close I became that I could do nothing but touch. I turned for a moment, and distracted I became lost, and once turned around, that love had moved on. I looked for the path, a clue, or a hint, but long as I searched, to no avail I succumbed. That one fleeting moment that I regret so much, defined my life clearly and now I die in splendid remorse. So when I move on, all lessons now learned, never will I, stray from love's side. That's a nice thought, but untrue and and in error, for life has now left me, and my love still moves on. All is not lost though, because deep within her, my legacy lives on, and a home I have gained. If I could say just one final word, it would be, "Please, please don't ever...." and I die, just short of love.This poem, I hope, defines an aspect of most people's fears. Try to place yourself as the voice of the character, and make your own reaction, whether it be sorrow, regret, or even taken as a lesson. Enjoy Written October 6th, 2001 © on Oct 06 2001 04:14 PM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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"Dying I lived to see just short of love...."