never lost to you

he struggled on,
against all set against him,
for a rosy-lensed glimmer
of that future that did shine --
the one with the shimmer --
of hope and more time:
the one that held you,
wrapped in amber,
set off, apart, anew;
and though he tried,
his struggle ended there,
and he died,
dreaming of you,
and hammocks for two,
painted not rosy,
but grey and blue:
lost to time,
but never lost to you,
never lost to you.

February 12, 2009, for star-crossed lovers everywhere. ♥

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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