My Juliet - 5 : 15

Oe'er and o'er he reads her final note,

Hot tears trickle down his stubbled cheeks;

Bittersweet, each loving word she wrote, 

Memories to keep him set for weeks.

He weeps for her, and for their memories,

So grateful for the details she's amassed --

It helps his aching heart to finally ease, 

And pacify the demons of his past. 

Eventually he looks upon his days

With anticipation, not chagrin;

Emerges from depression's heavy haze

A Poet, with a new tale to begin. 

With kindness in his eyes, he lifts his pen,

And revisits their Paradise again. 

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.