A Good Man
A Good Man
Who hates no-one and nothing
Except
Love itself
A burden that bears down upon his life.
A good man
Who hates no-one
Except the love, of his love,
Bury him, facing the sun,
For he was a good man.*
Wreckage
She walked out
It wasn't mutual, that love,
She knew better than he,
Despite her professions of love,
She still knew better,
She has her right,
She has her free will,
She will do her best,
Elsewhere.
A shame,
About the mess she left behind,
Wreckage strewn over the embankment
Reminders
Most of the reminders
of former love,
have gone,
Old cards, keepsakes.
Everything else
is abandoned, sold, disposed of,
decluttered, gone.
All that is left
is a phone number,
which is defended,
by work robots.
And therefore,
Useless.
It is cold,
In this new world.
Lost
When there was love
All was well
Now there is none
He is lost.
Friends, he has many,
Family, children.
All are wonderful.
But where?
Where?
Is the love of his life?
The Companion,
The One Who Is There Always?
Nowhere. Gone.
"There was nobody there to meet him"*
Angel
I knew an Angel
She touched my heart
She held my hand
One day, she left,
And broke my heart
All washed up, abandoned.
* Jose Marti
*Sadie Jones
1 comment:
Stop it now dear friend, she is not the one and only love of your life. She is not because she has taken herself off. Out there looking for you is another love who needs you and wants you...don't spoil her chance of happiness - and yours - by shutting your eyes and ears to reality...open up your heart and stretch out your arms to new love and be just a little patient... Okay ?
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