Quicksilver Fever

You left

on a Friday
lifetimes ago

you chose
not
to see me

again and again

soon

I must
choose
a place

that does not
include you

where pain
loneliness
disappointment
can

touch me
no more

far far away
a new place

where disappointment
can hurt me
no more
where fresh memories

cannot run
like fever

like fresh
quicksilver fever

in my veins
a place

my still beating
heart may be still
and all thought
is suspended

in the eternity
of a restful
moment where
heart and mind

beat pulse
in unity unending

where molten liquefied
white globular metal
pulses not in seared veins

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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