Wednesday, January 8, 2025

Trilogy of Crashing Stars-by Devi Nina Bingham

Before the starry-eyed curtain falls,

before the last treasured memories can fade

I'll look back to see we three standing tall

without a clue the grim reaper was bringing his blade.


I have asked myself a million times, why we?

Why take one so young so our marriage was torn asunder?

A shitstorm that ripped the branches from a tender tree.

We were scattered clouds running from the thunder. 


We were bound to fall apart like a trilogy of crashing stars

each one concealing their hidden, private pain.

The two of us left standing carry the scars

and I think about the two of you every time it rains.


Don't forget me, and remember when you flew overhead

and we were crashing stars in the universe's bed. 












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