Story Poem 1

Sometime back, I announced that I was going to post autobiographical poems on this site from time to time.  You can expect more of them in the near future.

This post is the first of a series of poems that I call story poems.   The difference is this: an autobiographical poem tells a story about me that is true; a story poem tells a story about me that appears to be true, but isn’t.

Afterglow
They say the spirit lingers after death,
Or so I hope – there’s so much more to say.
They say that with your final, fleeting breath,
You see your life, but distant, like a play.
If so, I’ll see you once, and once again –
That day we met, that day that first we kissed,
That day you left – forever that day when
You went back to the world that I have missed.
Back to the life of marriage and a child,
Back to him from whom you could not part.
And as for me, I am now reconciled,
I live alone, alone, without my heart.
But when I die, I’ll find you. You will know
I’m there. I’ll linger in your afterglow.

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