Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Elegy

Free.
Gone.
Passed on.
Together
now, for evermore
with the woman your heart adores.
To your bride, none can compare; the sweetest love you share.



About this piece

This piece is for my Opa, who passed on last Sunday, and whose love for my Oma was so great that I think he started dying the day she passed on, some twelve years ago. I never saw anyone else love like that.

And the dictionaries state that both forevermore and for evermore are correct, so I chose the latter, even though the former may have got me more hits from the Philippines. (In the US, forever more is also used, but that doesn't make quite so much sense to me.)

First published in Poetry in Form on Medium.com.

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