POETRY – AN EPITAPH TO MY MARRIAGE

THE LOST GLIMMER

I lost something so precious,
Not as valuable as gold:
Because gold can be sold,
Not as sparkling as silver;
For silver's luster can rust.
Not as rare as diamonds,
For even diamonds loose demand -
But something that can never be bought.

We knew not but fought,
And the feelings away started fading,
Like the last glimmer of sunset;
We cared not but watched,
As the cold fingers of separation gripped,
Tearing away the shimmering fibers
Of love's bonding power;
We dared not but say,
That something was painfully tearing away.

So we stayed and paid
For love with hatred,
For tenderness with coarseness;
For devotion with poison;
Like water poured on a fireplace,
Warmth in our heart quelled
And hot passion was repelled,
By a mortal chill of space and distance
That sexual sensations couldn't bridge,
That no amount nor floods
Of tears could wash away,
And so in my soul,
Eternally the pain will stay
Till another comes my way.