By Jane Harrison fox.carter@misty2.freeserve.co.uk
Date: 24 January 1999

Ouroboros

Suspended in space,
waiting, always waiting for you.
One last gasp, one strangled sigh,
I drift away, tears in my eyes,
my heart wrenching,
my throat screaming your name for eternity.
I can see you live,
devoted to me, the picture by your bed,
your looks at my grave.
Life without you, even seeing you,
is not life, is not even existance,
is hell and time will never heal my wounds.
Suspended in space,
you old as I could have been - should have been,
but tears still fresh,
my heart in my throat,
greeting your end with a joy unknown to man,
only to move on,
to start the continuous circle again.

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