Lovers' Last Goodbyes

by Ben Pickard   Mar 16, 2020

I laid my hands upon her breast
And hoped for life anew
Alas, the sun had met the west
And only darkness grew

With feeble cries, I yearned for time,
But time is no one's friend
Her doom was met - the clocks had chimed -
She'd reached her journey's end

A flower wilts and rainbows fade
And water always drys
A debt can wait but must be paid
Like lovers' last goodbyes.


Ben Pickard 2020


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  • 2 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Another beautiful rhymed emotional piece. Milly x

  • 2 months ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Hello Ben,
    Such a sad adieu in elegant poetry. Tenderly composed with a delicate sureness of poetic art.
    All the very best, Tony.

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Brenda, Tony - thank you both. All the very best

  • 2 months ago

    by Brenda

    Beautifully sad Ben. Always written as only you can do. You always tell a story, visually coming to life on these pages.

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