If I die tomorrow
This will I regret:
That you and I have never met.
That we have not shared our sorrows
And discovered common joys,
Or seen ourselves reflected
In each other’s eyes.
That we have never bickered about trifles
And agreed about the things that matter,
Like closeness, faithfulness, and compromise.
That my lips have never known your cheek,
And my hand never held your hand,
Or touched your breasts, your hips, your thighs,
Or played with your hair.
That we did not have the opportunity to be
Vegetarians at table
And cannibals in bed.
That we have not died together every night
And every morning been reborn,
On the same pillow,
Nose tips touching,
My arm around your neck,
Your hands under the sheets
Mischief on your lips.
That we have never ridden a tandem bicycle on a summer road,
Or sailed a boat,
Or climbed a snowy peak.
That we have not discussed God and politics,
In the tub while scrubbing each other’s backs.
That we have not added up one plus one
To make three or four or five,
Or purchased baby clothes at a discount shop.
That we have not suffered back pains,
Or calculated our retirement funds,
Or lived to see our heads turn grey.
That after decades of a shared romance
We have not crept away,
To a forest dark,
Under a witchy tree,
Where we allowed ourselves to be
The victims not of hemlock
Or of a suicide pact,
But of understanding, love, and trust.
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boy with a hat 
beautiful and sad
I can but say that it is true,
your death would leave me feeling blue.
Alackaday!
Beautiful and intense. I’m sure you’ll be to find true love. I echo the sentiments of David and Majka.
Very beautiful and sentimental. Some day you will meet her.
Leslie
Just beautiful…..your memories seem of a life long ago….
Reblogged this on poeticdarknessblog.
Really damn good. You upset me, with how good you are. The saving grace is that you say “I mean to say that I say what I don’t mean.” That helps a little bit. I know this comment makes no sense to anyone. It doesn’t matter. Wow. And dadgummit.
Beautiful…
Beyond beautiful. Haunting. Dear Vincent, please don’t die tomorrow.
I will make an effort for you, so it will be the day after.
My father’s older brother has been predicting his death for years. I once asked my dad if he’d ever told his brother that he isn’t a very good prophet…
I sincerely hope and pray the same is true for you… Couldn’t bear to lose you.
I loved this. Perfect combination of sadness and yearning. Very well written!!! Great job
At least when we blog, we get to exchange ideas with people from all around the world, when otherwise we might not have had the chance to do so. But I often worry that if I died tomorrow, my family might forget to tell everybody I’ve regularly communicated with on line that I’ve passed on, so those people will think that I’ve just abandoned them all without reason.
“……….recuse unrequited step right up and open your heart.”
After reading this post a couple days ago I was inspired to write the above. This one is for you.
You have a very old soul.
And a lovely way with words.
And never fought to agree with kisses, and never went through hard times to see the light. …
Beautiful.