Monument to My Failure

My heart is yours, my dear, it bleeds for you…
Be still you fool, resolve is hard to keep.
In light of me I shall no more pursue,
Although your specter will return to reap
This failure haunted shade of mind and sleep,
With loss that lingers in its’ bleak array.
My hopeless flesh, it failed as you would weep
My loving hand, O why does it betray?
Upon your heart… inspires slow decay
With burdens bearing my accursed seal;
At least we finally have slipped away
To rest the wounds, my love, we failed to heal—
Now give me strength to weep o’er our grave
And from a ghostly past, one flower save.