Love Poetry ~ 11 Years

You don’t get past eleven years…
In a minute, an hour, or a lifetime.

My essence, you have, become.

No other callers will ever be an answer.

To the emptiness.
I feel.
Without you.

It may have been: time to end.
Still death.
No less painful.

Life’s creul river denying. Love.
Breath of life.

Still… I will always love you.
Without a shadow or doubt.
Embedded in my breath.
You will always be.

I prey.
You are happy.