The Last Reality : A Poem.

In an awakening
of the last reality
I saw yesterday
in your eyes
faded echoes
of empty hours
erase the eerie
trace of us.

Sighs of secrets
never shared
weigh heavy
in our seclusion.

I survive
on the furthest
edge of hope
that a zephyr
of my love
touches you to
whisper my name.

             

Image :June Ascension, Timothy Rees.