Love is lost, and new love gained:
Though new might cringe to say.
That yet a tiny place within
For old love, still remains.
I say this in response to the feelings I got while reading your poem, dear Sunshine.
One feeling that pressed, was of the enormity of the heart as a vessel, a vessel that contains many spaces, and always there are rooms vacant.
Some are filled with past love situations...
poems like this open the window to those rooms, and a reader , reading, cannot help but open the chambers of their own hearts
and be touched by the memories they never will escape..