When I Grieve

by purple-bear93

A poem to a lost love who died in battle. Written by the lover, who regrets her last words to her love.

When I grieve, I see your face trying, even in death, to tell me that everything is alright.

I long to rid myself of this specter that is you, but I am selfish and long to have you remain.

Oh, how I wish to have you here in flesh once more!

I wish to hold you, to kiss you, to be one with you once more.

But alas.

Our last words were so harsh, so bitter.

Lies left my mouth so I could hurt you, to wound you.

It was my attempt to make you stay, but you left and now I am alone.

I am so sorry my love.

I am sorry for being so scared, I became angry o'er naught.

I am sorry I accused you of sleeping with another.

I am sorry I was so harsh, so cold when you needed warmth, reassurance that you could come back.

But sorry is not bringing you back no matter how much I say it; write it.

I want nothing more than to be with you.

But as this candle dies, so my heart freezes.

This is my farewell, my grieving, for I shall miss you everyday of forever; you shall be gone when I cry for you at night.

Goodbye, my love, goodbye.