MY GREEK WARRIOR: FINISHING KARMA
I loved a man.
Not for a few turns of the sun
Followed by
separation or divorce.
Not for a lifetime.
Growing old together
till death do us part.
But for two thousand years.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Praying.
Then having to finish.
To give up.
To relinquish
In anguish
All that he meant.
Nuances,
shades,
tones,
touches,
traces,
memories,
hurts,
and raptures.
Continuously
carried
in my soul until now.
Craving to continue
but cannot.
Whatever the cost,
whatever the loss,
that lifetime must be ripped from this flesh
now.
Done.
Gone.
Lauren O. Thyme
Aug. 16, 2018