I hate to remember dying love. <br />lying beneath burning emotion <br />holding my heart <br />with both hands <br />trying to keep the last of life <br />from leaking out <br />wondering if there is any reason <br />to hold on. <br />your shadow blotted the emotion <br />for a moment <br />and you asked if I'd still love you forever, <br />I laughed, <br />using my last breath.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hate-to-remember-dying-love/
