Unbroken
.
Goodbye is not the gateway
The barriers grew
The notes on the waves
They lulled me
Clouds diplomatic
Obscuring what pains us
Disappears
But you will not be alone
Sliding along silken folds
To your waiting playful lips
Pressing my lavender hair to your face
Remember love remember
I had vowed always
To the time when lids flickered
When the light dimmed
When the light left
When the hand relaxed
When the warmth slipped away
I hold the last of your gaze
Refuse to even blink
You match me
Our bond unbroken
Never goodbye
Under a blue moon goodnight
Sleep well
Soon, my love, soon
.
A profoundly touching and deeply moving elegy. To hold that final gaze and keep a bond unbroken across the veil requires immense strength. It is also a graceful and heartbreaking tribute — to a love that transcends even time and fading light.
'When the night deepens and the blue moon rises, your love remains the constant star'.
It's been a while indeed. So thanks kindly my dear, this delicate piece has cured my longing for your pen strokes. Sweet dreams. 🫂🤍
The poem feels like someone holding the last moments of a life with both hands, refusing to let anything slip away too quickly. There’s a tenderness in the way each detail is remembered, as if naming them might keep the person close for just a little longer. What struck me most is how physical the grief is — the soft hair, the relaxed hand, the fading warmth. It’s love trying to stay present even as the world is shifting into absence. The poem moves gently, almost like a vigil kept in whispers. And the promise of “never goodbye” doesn’t feel dramatic; it feels like devotion that has nowhere else to go. The final lines carry a quiet ache, a kind of love that lingers after everything else has gone still. By the end, you feel the weight of someone refusing to look away, even in the last light.