Sonnet of mourning
Clutching my locket of jet for the life of you, my black dress like grace aflow,
None can come near me and none have tried, for I live my life in wretched hue.
My heart is bleeding and under a starving curse for the sweet burst of my soul,
Haunted I am, by day and by night; my heart and my soul reach out for you.
My thoughts in the grave with you grow cold, a dead weight they sink beyond,
No reason or awareness lingers here, only memory that haunts ghostly and real.
I fear no one alive, for if you are dead I am dead; I am only despond,
I am intertwined with you, strengthened by the separation in love’s zeal.
There is a thin veil between our two planes of being - meager, sheer and serene,
I taste you in the air, and in it, the poignant flavor of longing and heartache,
Do not ever leave me my love, regardless of how haunted I linger in between,
I cannot be torn from your grave, my fingers yearn for you, do not forsake.
For your breath is in me; my heart melts into these shadows and buildings,
I’ll go through time and torture to seek you, my most sacred of cherished blessings.