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
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
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Thank you Joni! ♥️
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My pleasure Kristiana. ❤️💕
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