whether i should still immerse myself in
her ways, or if letting go would be much
wiser, and he came back with a message,
told me not to hold the past so dearly.
now i occupy myself with others.
i hope i can just forget it all and
be free. i know she will be the death of
my soul, but if hidden i do keep it
from her, her effects won’t reach me.
who am i to lie so bluntly to myself?
i’m dying.
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Nice to meet you last night. I have been reading your posts. This one brought this Smiths song to mind so I thought I would post it.
Lyrics reminded me of your poem for some reason.
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
Thanks for reading my poems! I am unfamiliar with The Smiths and their music, but this is a very nice tune. I like the lyrics a lot. This piece was actually inspired by Ezra Furman’s Psalm 151. :)
We should value what we are given, even pain and of course joy.