sleep, beautiful sleep, forever
frozen in time and memory
where no one will ever see you
age or decay... captured at perfection.
the pure well of beauty is yours
a luster too powerful for death to destroy
the tears of the gods will pale
in comparison to your splendor.
parting from you was a dark pain
that my soul had to endure
holding on to the vision seared
in my brain of our last happy hour.
my heartbeats are numbered
yours are not... I grow old in the countdown
waiting by your grave knowing
one day, you will thank me.
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Eric B. Ruark
I am an award-winning storyteller and photographer who has published several mystery stories with Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine. My sci-fi mystery novels are on Amazon and are available in both e-book and paperback formats.
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