My Greek Warrior

Updated: Jan 24, 2021


I loved a man.

Not for a few turns of the sun Followed by separation or divorce.

Not for a lifetime. Growing old till death do us part.

But for two thousand years.

Waiting. Hoping. Praying.

Then having to finish. Give up. Relinquish In anguish All that he meant to me.

Nuances, shades, tones, touches, traces, memories, hurts, and raptures.

Continuously carried until now.

Craving to resume but cannot. Whatever the cost, whatever the loss, that lifetime must be torn from this flesh forever.

Done. Gone.

The flame extinguished.

For James Lauren O. Thyme, Aug. 16, 2018

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