Love dies, too, from natural causes

“Love never dies a natural death.” — Anais Nin

But it does, my dear, every day:
We sing of the knife in the back,
the lovers’ leap, the drowning in tears,

but never of simple death by exhaustion,
by hardening of the heart, by cancer
of doubt and tumors of disdain

metastasized into malignant loathing,
a heart that beats each day weaker
until you can’t detect the pulse.

A mighty old oak felled by lightning
or by the slow decay of heartwood —
dead is dead is dead.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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3 Responses to Love dies, too, from natural causes

  1. thefeatheredsleep says:

    Beautiful

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