The memory I have of you
Is one that’s ever-dimming now;
As other lands and other climes
Take over my recall –
But still, I see a fading bridge,
A perfect sort of summer day,
Just past the edge of words and rhymes:
I almost
See it all
Tag: Love and Loss
The Flipside
The memories of love, once young and tender
Are strangely off, as seen inside her mind:
The pleasure that she gave, so well remembered –
The pleasure that she took
So hard
To find
To share is human:
What I Learned (2)
I married a woman I was in love with
We talked about “everything”…
Except the fact
That she was in love with somebody else
What I learned?
Try as you might
You can never know
How people really feel
If they will not tell you
To share is human:
Lost Fields of Yesterday
Time, they say, heals wounds.
I haven’t found that to be so —
For through lost fields of yesterday
My heart will ever go
Love, I hear, takes time.
Well, time’s the one thing that I lack –
Yet to lost fields of yesterday
My heart keeps going back
I let it all just wander free;
I try to be more lenient —
I’ve never done emotions right,
They are most inconvenient
Yes love itself, I’m often told,
Is life’s great mystery —
Like long lost fields of yesterday
Where you’re still there
With me
(“Lost Fields of Yesterday” – 4-4-2017)
To share is human:
The Pride of Lucy
Lucy sat out in the sun
In cold and clear September;
She modeled for us her new life,
I always will remember
The pride she wore upon her face
As she soaked in the rays;
Not knowing pills and Crystal Head
Would soon cut short her days.
The pride of Lucy, young and full
Of beauty and its power;
The sharpened razor blades, so cold,
That hacked to death
The flower
(“The Pride of Lucy” – 12-27-2015)
To share is human:
The Dream Lived Here Once
The dream lived here once,
So did you;
But years rolled on
Into the blue
Yet still: you haunt these
Silent halls –
Your presence here,
Inside these walls –
Our arrows aimed at other hearts:
We messed up lines; we left out parts –
And all the things that started good?
They ended, other than they should –
The dream lived here once,
So did you
And so did I
But I
Still do
To share is human:
The Abandonment
Love is made of such small things,
Little gestures, lightest touches;
All the promise that It brings
We will long cling to, as much as
We can, when It’s left and gone.
Staying there to view Its traces;
Brooding forthwith and anon
Over long abandoned places
That it touched in yesterdays.
When things were as we intended —
Wond’ring, as we stop to gaze
Why love’s cast aside
Abandoned
To share is human:
When The Old Things Don’t Work Anymore
The old jokes do not make him laugh
The old dress doesn’t make him look
The old him was all into her
The lapse of time was all it took
The vanity she entertained
The love she thought forever true
The hollowness we come to see
In who we are
And all
We do
To share is human:
Snapshot: Discarded Toy
Abandoned bear,
I do know how you feel —
Love first is everything,
And real as real —
Then one day, it’s all gone,
You’re just stuffed cotton —
For toys, we will be toys,
And hence
Forgotten
