In absentia

In consolidating my notepad, which houses the past moments that I purloined semi-permanently from their passing, and all during my own vacancies, I found a few things that I don't recall.

And so it is
that as you flee
all of my thoughts
take flight with thee:
even unwilled
my thoughts do steep
into the feelings
of the heart I keep;
though I do try
to bury deep,
out of sight and
out of reach,
it always befalls-
the hand won't grip!
Rent, I am
with beating breast,
I carve a prayer
across my chest,
I solemnly swear it!
To keep you here
I'd write your name
did I not fear
that with the dropping
of my tears
you'd live again
to disappear...
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I remember once
I knew a sound
so much sweeter
than the pound
of the slowing heart
that keeps me down,
as the silent ones
beneath the ground.
It filled me
with such reverie;
I loved for it
just that it be
so befitting you,
as finery-
you were no princess,
you were my Queen-
and I,
just I-
I were no king
not to command you
but to receive
all of the love
you gave to me
so when you spoke
I heard you sing.
Now all I hear
is a wailing wind
to accompany a dragging beat
that is the pounding
of my heart,
which since you left
is incomplete