NEW POETIC ORDER

It crawls and yearns,

And holds my mind.

Its heavy aching,

And eagerness to find,

A way to exist,

A way to stay,

To spill out in form,

And fill out the lines,

with your name,

Followed by mine. 

Sometimes I wish we never met 

Six years on , still I can’t forget 

In loving memories , I still hold dear. 

But you’re dead and in the clear.