Iron-y

And I still have the petals
parched inside the pages
that had the scent of your skin.

It dies each day,
so do I...

...from memories to dust.

Tonight I gift you
what love had alloyed but failed.

An iron-y of us.


SoUmY@


Comments

The Unsure Ascetic said…
Loved the way you have explained the slow death that a lone lover goes through.kudos.
June 24, 2009 4:50 PM
Samadrita said…
You have the gift of putting your feelings into words that will stir the depths of anyone's soul.And that's just amazing!
June 29, 2009 2:54 AM
Unknown said…
so passionate...so intense...any seasoned writer would be proud to pen.. unhindered flow of emtions
October 12, 2009 11:29 AM
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