Quercus

The big old oak, remember, in the wood
A hundred years it stood before we met
Your skin so fair it glowed in dappled light
Like golden leaf I never can forget
I love you just as much as I did then
The oak has fallen victim to disease
And all I seem to feel these days is loss
My heart is caught like mist within the trees
The emptiness has left my life in shade
The man who casts no shadow in the sun
Your memory though solid as the oak
The two we were is now just lonely one
Do not be sad you must let grief subside
The ghost of love forever at your side

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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