I watched you die so long ago,
eyes glistening with the sweet sweat of summer.
I held out my hand in friendship,
you responded with disdain as you withered
upon a bed of discontent, saying good-bye
with but one last glance.
The final communique of your soul.
Now in the winter of my life
I miss your smile, how it warmed my heart,
the absence of your touch shattered my world.
Somehow, someway, I managed
to see far enough down the road,
to realize I am a survivor.
Your memory will always help me grow,
even if a part of me dies once more.
I will have our special times
to get me over the rough roads.
I will be, what I will be
a man who lived, a man who loved.
A man who experienced another's soul,
that was embittered by mortal selfishness
of the person he loved to live for.
Living for myself now, but not always,
another love shall enter my life.
Hopefully not consuming my heart with such
poetic vengeance that I will be blinded
to what is the true idea of life's path.
You are there. lingering, lingering is a good thing,
for it allows us all one last chance for goodbye.
Who says winter does not linger past spring.
Timothy Michael DiVito c1992
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on three other books at the present time. The first is entitled "The Angel and the Witches, the second is "Once Upon A Halloween" and the third is "The Devil's Playground".
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