When lovers are lost

What battle is won?

Nay, there is none.

For what are we

But mourners searching

For the love that was begun?

 

Between the soft sheets

Where we lay in amorous embrace

Admiring the jigsaw symmetry

Made by our bodies’ shapes

 

As our souls sang and danced

In perfect unison

We bathed in the comforting truth

That no love as great as this

Could be outdone

 

Until the words

“too good to be true”

Started ringing ominously loud

And started to smother our love

In its pre-burial shroud

 

Before there had ever been

A proposal to marry

Fate found a reason

That such treasured dreams

Should be tarried

 

And so now all that remains

Are ghosts whispering

Those old words in my head

Constantly taunting me

That the only love

I live to regain is dead.