our love seldom doubted <br />now seems dry <br />and jabs the sting of permanent gone <br />as a moment that was <br />and now is not <br /> <br />without devistation or demolishment <br />to finish a link to a past <br />dieing is no longer a sentiment <br /> <br />the years <br />not even belonging to dust <br />don't seem to count <br />when ice forms in the veins of one <br />who has let it slip away <br /> <br />without belief or emotion <br />there is nothing <br />to hold or remember <br />not even the death of Us <br /> <br />Copyright ©2009<br /><br />Adryan Rotica<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lamenting-4/
