I wanted once in sleep and peace to die

[joel]

I wanted once in sleep and peace to die
through some still evening undisclosed to me
and circumvent the fear of being naught,
as if I might take leave without true care—
as if I might escape reality
and declarations: life had mattered, yes.
What myth of painless death invalidates
the void of loss new stillness radiates.
Are you aware, my former heart, I bless
you when I linger past finality
that claimed our love professed? Are you aware
how necessary ethics claims I ought
take slowest leave of you, that when we’re free
we’d had good chance to honor love’s good-bye?

[Ann Bingham]

"take slowest leave of you, ...
we'd had good chance to honor love's good-bye?"

I gather it is good to separate on a pleasent note. Just a thought.


love lots

[Perdida]

"take slowest leave of you, that when we’re free
we’d had good chance to honor love’s good-bye"?

I echo Ann, seperating with pleasant feelings can't hurt anyone.

Enjoying your classic style of writing.

Perdida