“The Last Beautiful Line”
If you must go,
I ask only that you leave
a note
and use the front door
don’t bother looking back
If you must lie,
tell me that you never wanted me
and only watched in horror as
the wheels of deceit came crashing down
If you must dream,
let the oceans of your mind
envelop your restless heart
long enough to stifle the Indian summer
If you must die
allow me to write the words
of longing upon your heart
with my aching kiss and fervent touch
never to forget you
pouring over the last beautiful line
that was you.
Copyright: 2010, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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