Oh how many more of those stars above <br />Shall I witness expiring like our love: <br />Coffee cups, your left slipper, notes and comb, <br />These restless visions of your summer tomb. <br />How much destitution shall I endure; <br />Our passion on this sagging bed gone sour, <br />Six thousand sighs that can’t forget <br />Supply my heart with rations of regret. <br />Reverie is pain or love will depart, <br />Let battered memories consume my heart <br />In all of your absence, the residue <br />Of your crushed promises of letting go: <br />The universe may soon shake hands with Death, <br />Only then will I abandon my wealth.<br /><br />Young Poet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letting-go-121/
