Avalanches in Poetry 2 Entry: To the End of Love by Sadie Maskery

to the end of love

music is the last memory 

                   perhaps a fragrance 

                   outlasts it      but          here

there is only 

                    ashes

                    my darling your hands

                                    seem

                                         so       cold in mine

do you remember 

dancing

                  in the small cafe

                       you were      awkward     you 

tried

so hard to please

              me but

my sweet heart                  you step

                   out of time        it is your

smile

        holding

the melody

             the love         in your eyes

                holding            the melody   melody

i remember your

                   love 

                        your eyes            closed

            your hands

hold me

i

     am so

                                 frightened

the music is

       fading

                        hold me

                 hold me

  Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Sadie Maskery

featured photo by David Charles Schuett (unsplash)

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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