Preserved Youth

[badkel]

This room contests reality,
a life still lives inside
Her books and random clothing,
finality denied
The scent insists on lingering,
how cruel it's slow to fade
Like memories of happiness,
death subtly invades
And I know the words do not exists
to capture this much sorrow
Still secretly I beg for her and
time I cannot borrow
For one more word, or knowing grin,
at least one last embrace
Anything to rid me of her
sepulchral, broken face
Choking on the pain of loss
and terminal goodbyes
I'm forcing back another day,
steadfast by disguise
An hour and I'm leaving,
aversely close her door
Again I'm feeling vacant,
I'd expected something more
Foolish to have come here,
as with graveyard visitations
Knowing she's not here, or there,
still search in desperation
The bitter, aching burn enflamed,
so poignant and unending
I suffocate on absence,
for now I'll keep pretending