Tales from the Bartender

Tears of forgotten sorrow

My eyes are dry for there are no tears to shed,
She is dead, buried and gone forever,
And yet she is a constant in the pools of my memory,

Never again will I feel her warm embrace,
Or her kisses upon my cheek,
For she is lost in a place I cannot reach,

I cannot fathom the endless waves of time,
Time that I would spend without her,
Time that is my prison till death claims me as well,

Her grave calls out to me,
Mocking me for inside it my beloved rests,
Tempting me to fling myself into it and die,

I seek solace in the bottom of a bottle,
With each swig I seem to see her beside me,
Whispering words that have no meaning,

Am I mad to feel nothing about anything besides her?
Am I mad for desiring nothing more than her presence?
For if this is true then I would be glad to be called a madman,

Come back to me, my beloved come back to me,
For if not I shall join you in eternal slumber,
The bonds of mortality can no longer hold me back,

I now stand on a precipice, of which I would surely fall and die,
I am unafraid for I know at the bottom you are there to catch me,
And we shall finally be together for all eternity,

posted by Ben Bulac @ 11:44 PM