The Relic

 

Fire consumed your letter,

Curling its soft words into ashes.

 

I gathered the soot and framed you

In a floating candle bowl.

 

Each morning I look at the grey water

And bury myself under the covers.

 

You held my hands the last time

I saw you, and said nothing.

 

I saw this coming. I saw the change

In your red lips, your hazel eyes.

 

Failure, fragrant as your musk, now drifts

Inside this room, this life.

 

I tried to save you through beautiful poems,

Beautiful paintings.

 

What will suffice when love dies?

Not even memories, not this time.



Twitter @bibek_writes

 





Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-03-22 at 12:54

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Ajoshberry
So lovely Bibek....
Joshua
2018-03-26


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done, Bibek.
2018-03-22


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Your words are always profound and reach deep inside the soul. This one is amazing. Beautiful.
Ashe
2018-03-22


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Poignant and written with a beautiful care.
2018-03-22


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliant use of unusual metaphor and a searing theme as well.
2018-03-22