A flower to my right

by KindledWrath

A story poem of Jean mourning over the death of his lover, struggling with trying to carry on even though that now means he has to do so alone. He speaks of his feelings and the struggles he now faces. Filled with regret and sorrow over losing...his best friend.

You left me alone without a good bye, there were no farewells or words of best wishes. One minute you were there, you gave me strength when I was weak. I didn't believe in myself but you did that for me. When things were grim you shined a light, my freckled Jesus in the night. That nick name stuck because it was true, with saint like gentleness that carried through. I remember the kisses, soft and fleeting, pulling each other aside it was a game of sinful sneaking. Away from others the corporal and that shit head. You loved me for what I was, what I am and what I would be. I loved you as well even if forever was not meant to be. It was our secret and now it is only mine, it is hard to admit you won't be there by my side. So here I sit by your tombstone and just cry, about the time lost with a lonely flower to my right. It represents the life and the love that we had, while representing the lost and the loneliness that remains. So I will carry on, but now it is without you. You had to stay behind, which is still hard to accept. You gave me the flame to move forward but yours had to go out, without a word or a whisper. All alone you died with no one by your side, my only regret was I was not that you kiss you and tell you…..Don't cry.

Jean Kirstein