The Bottom Shelf Review

This is a requiem– though, you’re not dead.

It’s solely the version of you in my head

That’s no longer breathing – life into my veins;

Yet, sadly the notion of you still remains.

This is a lament- though, you’re not gone.

It’s only from my life that you have withdrawn

All sense of endearment – that I held so near;

Yet, your resurrection is something I fear.

This is an elegy– though, you’re still alive.

It’s simply my vantage that I should revive

So I cannot see you – in every view;

Yet, I cannot conjure strength to erase you.