After I am dead,
Do think of me,
When the wind plays with your hair
and tugs at your skirt,
When raindrops glide down your nose tip
and trickle under your dress,
When snowflakes melt on your lips,
And sunrays redden your cheeks,
For it’s not only the wind,
Or mere rain,
Or just some mindless snowflakes and sunrays,
But my longing for you lingering in nature,
outlasting death.
And when you sleep with other men,
Close your eyes and think of me still,
Not as I was, but as I could have been,
If I had lived long enough for us to meet,
If you would have loved me,
If one plus one made three.
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Just lovely 🙂
I agree. Beautifully written.
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What an incredible poem…wow! It’s deep…in a way that it touches the soul. 🙂
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the thoughts….
Just love this – wow!
There is no “would have.” She *does* love you. How could she not?
Whether loved or not, he shall still die.
This sounds ominous… Tis better to have loved and been loved than never to have loved at all… And what of Oliver? What will become of him?
Immortality, I hope. His biography has been rewritten and much improved.
The immortality shall belong to his author. It was incredible to begin with.
This is beautifully written.
Love the poem and the graphic you chose to post with it. Beautifully done!
Absolutely amazing…you’ve got it real bad 🙂
This is beautifully written. Absolutely amazing…The words really touched my soul ..
Alas, button up your shirt or you may catch cold!
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Absolutely amazing
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wish, do think of me
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You’re longing. And thinking of death. Far to much for such a lovely young man. It’s the attic.