The anniversary of our first salutation
The anniversary of our first salutation
Today's is a day that will live always
in infamy to me for the memories and
feelings that it brings are very painful
indeed as I feel no beat from a broken
heart that will never heal again, shattering
into a million pieces spread throughout
time remembering all of the thunder and
lightning that will never be heard or seen
like it was back then when our lips came
together for the very first time we were
drawn together as we stood there staring
into one another's eyes looking all the way
down to each others souls and then if out
of nowhere our souls came together
making love as we laid in the bed together
next to one another and dreamed about our
future together which has now turned into
a nightmare as the love we shared was
destroyed by all the lies from all of her
unfaithful sins as the tears fall today for
sadness and joy that somehow vanished
into an abyss that we fell into and got lost
for all those trips that we took to heaven
have now ended down in hell. There will be
absolutely no celebration on this day of the
anniversary of our first salutation that ended
where we are right now in a complete annihilation
causing the humiliation of my love for you
which I believed your love was real but never
was it true as you then plunged a knife into my
soul and so the love died too, now I sit here all
alone staring at the blank walls that are filled
with the outlines from the frames that held our
memories that were frozen in time that have
now started to disappear fading fast into the
abyss and the only memories that are still here
causing my many tears brought back on the
anniversary of the night of our very first kiss
I close my eyes I can taste her lips on mine as
a light flashes from a faraway places from the
lighting and the thunder that have fallen even
further in the abyss of a love that died so the
only music you will hear is called our has love
died on the anniversary that it was born as
everybody cries and mourns the loss except
the liars the whores and you.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.
A Poet's Journey
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