Literature

Animus

by Matthew Wilson

 

This was my time,
as much as it was yours.
You held my hand
as I held your waist.

We danced among an hourglass.
Time has carried us away.
You created inspiration.
I created because of you.

Yet now you’ve vanished,
and I am broken.
I am longing
and I am needing.

Your touch of faith
was my saving grace.
You were the architect
of my heart’s desires.

Yet I’ve saved the best for last.
As you once did with my hands.
You kissed my knuckles
and from your lipstick
a universe was born.

My creations are now immortal.
Ink bound to page.
Living thoughts in hearts and minds.
Living as your memory.

Gone
But never forgotten.
My inspiration.
I am an imitation.

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