Oh, I am ice inside, remembering
our love's now merely sad remembering.
My times with you are ghosts. They waver, fade,
although I crave the hard remembering.
I can't retain the past, though I have tried.
Yet what is left beside remembering?
Our warm and melting love now frozen solid,
it's time to put aside remembering.
Everything we said and all we did
is nothing now, mere dead remembering.
It's time. I must accept that you have died —
ah, must I? — nor abide remembering.
That cold word, dead, is loud inside my head.
Remembrance drives me mad ... remembering ...
Note: It is traditional in a ghazal to use one's own name, pseudonym, or some derivation of the name in the last line. So I'm there, slightly disguised unless you know your Shakespeare.
Submitted for dVerse FormForAll: Ghazal sonnet
and Poets United's Verse First — IcyAlso submitted in May 2019 for dVerse's Poetry form: Ghazal
