It's been so long...

It's been so long I loved...
It's be so long I lived...
The promise of happy ever after that life once held..
is fading away like the colours of an old techinicolour photograph.
the yellows are more predominant than the reds...
and then the greens take over.

Jealousy becomes me...
in every breath I take it consumes me...
like the fire of my personal Hell...
The gentle touch of a young lover's hands on his pararmour's back
an old gents gentle guiding hand to his lady love of many years
youngs parents with their hands on the same stroller
yes! jealousy becomes me

hope with it's glossamer wings is flying away
with every denial of self
with every rejection of soul
with every greying of hair with every wrinkle
and every laugh line


the eyes are now shut
all images are gone
the scents stop doing there phantom dance
the walkign stick taps against the door
but i hear it not
he calls out my name
but
mu deaf ears hear it no more
the last breath is all drawn waiting to be expelled
and his hand touched mine
in that brief exchange between life and forever
I live my lifetime
every colur coursed vibrantly through the veins
with resurge of energy
the will to live came back
just as life it self passed into the deep blue yonder