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Bitter sweet, bitter Suite,
you break my heart again.
I gently hold you in my arms
try not to cause you pain.
This sweetness to be with you,
to see your face once more;
to cherish just one last sweet kiss,
before death slams the door.
Oh to be with you right now
to talk and laugh again!
For focus, love and clarity –
the calm before the pain.
You hold me tight and whisper,
but death clasps tighter still;
a grip around our fragile hearts,
it’s a bitter poisoned pill.
You try to look, you try to see,
but your eyes are not the same.
Could you even see me
when I screamed out your name?
The feeling of bewilderment
as you take your last breath.
You leave in anger, not in peace,
I can’t walk with you in death
Death claimed your heart, and you claimed mine,
you’ve gone where I can’t follow.
You’ve left me sad and broken down;
my heart is dead and hollow.
Bitter sweet, bitter Suite
the feeling’s still the same.
Life and death go hand in hand,
but the memories remain.
© Bitter Sweet, Bitter Suite 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Elizabeth Siddal was the model for Sir John Everett Millais’s Ophelia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)