au - ghosts (an elegy)
The wind breathes as my breaths hove
When the shadow slowly tried to maroon my soul
I plead for throe; giving up hesitance
For throe was all that was left; and throe was the darkest of all aches.
There was nothing beyond the best of pain,
And somehow, the suffering comforted my silence
The soft whistlings of my agony gave little solace
Yet it was the hearth the cold was able to offer.
Gone was the need of blissful moments,
That the shadow's anodyne wings only stung
Its chaste persona wanting to leave as console;
As it was the very shadow who couldn't stay.
I concurred to be bland and repetitive,
And I speak of my forgiveness as well.
For I've forgotten what it felt to not love someone like you,
And my tears now forever cling to your pure feathers.