At Last

Because the hardest thing to do is to let go sometimes… (I love this one).

love, let me find you
in the hours of sorrow,
during my deepest agony
when I can let go
and am without;
let me seek you
through these tunnels
like a worm, glide
inside each crevice
to scrape what essence
is left of your sound,
traces of echo etched
against these thin
walls where I can still
(sometimes) hear you
whisper my name before
all seances surrendered
their praises; in that
corner, where, strangely
i felt your presence—
there we knew to succumb,
at last

© mr gahon 1/21/15


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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