Poezja

We both stood there…
Hand in hand…for so long…
I with her and she in her black…
I still remember.
The serene air of sea.
The transparent touch of waves.
And those turbulent thoughts oft- in me…
That killing calmness ,
The feeling of uncertain certainty…
The trust thee possessed;
I still remember that love for me in those eyes…
But. Somebody…and anybody for me.
That;
I spurred you… to cradle me alongwith  thee…
Wrap me all in you,
Just as you did to he…the same…
‘am done skulking my pain…
This excruciating …rheumy life…
I admit. I lacked guts… to be with you…
But now by you.
Feel all happy and gay.
I love you. Why they…
call You Death…