Thursday, October 26, 2023

Love Never Dies

My words taste of you,
singing your scent into my dreams
until my all is you and me


Last spring, I rained
morning after morning…
and at night

summer scorched your absence
into my skin.

I await the fall,
when October thins
all barriers,
and you can feel me, still

loving you through the veil.


“Til Death We Do Part”, by Michelle Kennedy

 - written for anyone whose love was claimed by death too soon. On Halloween, the veil between life and death is at its thinnest. So, reach out… remind them that your love will never die.

- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #100: El Día de Muertos.


  1. summer scorched your absence
    into my skin ... wow.. that is so beautiful and sad. We don't have a common 'day of the dead" here but individual death anniversaries are marked by several religious rituals by those who practice.

  2. Wow! How wonderfully you've expressed it! A stunning poem, Magaly, which captures the feeling so well.

  3. Loving through the veil is such a flawless analogy … sometimes the veil is thin, sometimes thick.

  4. Oh, that thin vail becomes so transparent, on occasion. I think your words 'see' through it so well. ♥

    1. Oops -- veil, of course, sorry fingers have a will of their own at time, and eyes don't spot it soon enough. :-)

  5. My friend's partner died in June. They had been together for 35 years. Her widow is making that difficult adjustment to life alone.

  6. "when October thins all barriers, and you can feel me"
    I love this thought. It feels right.

    1. This is debi - I need to work on this glitch

  7. Loving through the veil...Your grandmother will always be with you...she will look after you.

  8. I pay tribute to the man I married in my 40s, the love of my "adulted" life .... who passed away on October 4th after a valiant battle with cancer. Our marriage lasted a decade, my love never waned. Your post is beautiful, Magaly.

  9. Excellent - the imagery captures the spirit of this hallowed day!

  10. Very nice words ... thank you.

    All the best Jan

  11. I got a chill at the ending when I really got it. Love the lines: summer scorched your absence into my skin.

  12. "singing your scent into my dreams"

    What a lovely line, as is the rest of this intriguing poem.


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