At the End

At The End

At The End
Do not remember me as the poet would,
Seeking tragic valediction.
Do not spin beautiful words
From precious memories
Nor lace them with romance
To fashion new inspiration.

But ache for me like a lover lost,
Recalling moments of exquisite bliss.
Feel the fierce stab of unrelenting need
And let your heart be torn
By grief
For love and dreams denied.