her

 
kiss the weeping dawn  
who sheds tears on the sunset  
of your heart  
as the last I love you is uttered  
 
and you remember it above all others  
because it was final  
you knew in your soul  
those beautiful words would never again  
be whispered in your ear  
 
not by him  
the only him that mattered  
he took a piece of you  
when he left  
 
captured your passion  
and bottled it like a perfume  
so he could wear it  
when he needed to remember  
what it was like to be desired  
above any other man  
 
so he could feel  
for just a moment  
like a real man  
loved by a real woman  
deeply, passionately  
with hunger, no hesitations  
 
I feel your pain  
having tasted love so great  
memories of her haunt you  
her taste, her smell and touch  
the way she felt beneath your body  
the way you fit just right  
 
a once in a lifetime kind of love  
tasting it only in memory  
hurts more than dying  
death is final  
being separated from your soulmate  
are little deaths  
you continually succumb to  
 
better to have never tasted it at all  
than live with the loss  
of her, the only woman  
you were more than enough for  
 


 
*for all lovers separated from their soulmates  
 
 
 
 
 
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