End(less) love

They say loving and being loved

are not the same.

They say it is better to have loved

than to have not loved at all. 

They talk about endless love

and until death do us part. 

 

They talk 

 

until love is nothing

but an abstract noun

with ill-fitting clothes,

and the dead are but stones.

 

Forever graves buried

in soil of two metre thick

walls. And love is nothing

 

but loving memory and a wish;

a wish there is an afterlife after all,

so the dead remember

the taste of our names 

on their hollowed out tongues.

 


 

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

3 thoughts on “End(less) love

  1. jonicaggiano says:

    Really enjoyed this piece, makes one think.

    “but loving memory and a wish;
    a wish there is an afterlife after all,
    so the dead remember
    the taste of our names
    on their hollowed out tongues.”

    Really loved the way you ended this piece. Brilliant lines.

    Have a wonderful and blessed day. Love to you and yours my friend. Joni

    Liked by 1 person

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