Epitaph for Lovers

Charmed Chaos

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Gustav Klimt, 1862-1918

And should the treasured words cease to mean anything at all
what more is there to say for the epitaph is written on the wall
for when true love staggers and flees, the silent treatment begins
as we play over in our tortured minds the other’s mortal sins

The distance from one another grows with each passing day
Lips that once whispered I love you have nothing kind to say
as the gaping chasm between two lovers splits and deepens
the only sound heard in the darkness is one of them weeping

dVerse Poets Pub: OLN

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