There will be no good-byes,
no final words,
just a brief walk into a final sunset.
No more starlit nights
in your vibrant eyes,
just a walk into the blackness of finality.
Sorry to go so soon my love,
but the grayness
is engulfing me alive in my tarnished soul.
No more bonfires on nostalgic twi-lights
until the sun light begins,
we have traveled this road for the last time.
I guess nothing lasts forever,
yet I feel your soul
bathing me on my journey to my new home.
I will miss the brilliant sunrise
burning in your eyes,
the only true fire that kept me alive.
My flame is burning out though,
the smoke lingers,
but for only as long as the wind doesn’t blow.
One last rhyme of wine and roses,
one last kiss
to remember as I journey the lonely road.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2021