Many, many years ago. Still think of it like yesterday. The poet in me has to put it into words
Grief is passion reversed, it's that and worse,
When we are in despair, a smile is rare.
I'm in pure anguish, and here I languish.
Through the midnight air, a whiff of her hair.
I have prayed to God, I think He's a fraud,
Sitting on His throne, leaving us alone.
I shriek and cry, for a woman gone bye,
My soul's in retreat, some days I don't eat.
I lay silent at night, no will to fight,
My mind is blanched, I recall how she danced.
My heartache is deep, she made me feel cheap,
I suffer for love's death, can't catch my breath.
Love can be two-faced, and tries to erase,
Love full of pride; she was to be my bride.
She chose to let go, and not let it grow,
Shattered around my feet, our love so sweet.
My eyes are cried out, now I want to shout,
Tears did not work, I just felt like a jerk.
I see her sometimes, and she looks sublime,
I want to speak, but turn aside, I'm weak.
~*~ Old is when “getting a little action” means you don't need to take any fiber today. ~*~