Love Left Behind

This is my most recent attempt at poetry. It was written last Sunday while listening to my sister's symphony orchestra concert. (Which was really spectacular by the way!Mozart, then a gorgeous piece from Bruckner, who definitely needs to be played more than he is!) I'd been wanting to write another poem for quite some time, and this was finally the perfect opportunity. And so I did. Though writing in public can be somewhat strange and embarrassing,I seem to end up doing it quite a bit. But the final result is up to you. So here it is.

Breathe.
Inhale. Exhale.
The rhythm intertwines with the beating of my heart.
Slipping.
Slowly, softly,
Dry eyes shut and consciousness drifts away on the winds of forgetfulness.
Do not struggle.
Loose your childlike grasp.
All is lost.
Dream nevermore.

I am oblivion and it becomes me.

Breathe.
Exhale. Inhale.
The rose-hinted breeze caresses my cheek.
It stirs the slumbering dream.
Faster. Harder.
My breath catches.
My heart skips a beat.
She is there again.
Her smile dazzles even my unconsciousness.

My eyes open,
But they do not see.
They are dry no longer.
Breathe.

So anyway, that's that. Kind of sad, but I like it anyway. And if you're wondering whether this is based off of personal experience, the answer is....I'll let you decide.
Regardless of your choice, you can at least tell that I'm a hopeless romantic (in both senses of the phrase), so this poem turned out to be one of my favorites that I've written so far. I hope you enjoyed it, too!

WW

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