Is there any way to make me forget?
The smell, the touch, the presence,
to make me feel the pleasure of
loves warm, embracing, feel?
I compare all others, and yet
Though he was woefully inadequate
and a scamp or the highest degree
all others still fall sadly less then he!
I am defective I must assume
To love that which returns love laced
with the poison of grief and self hatred.
For I know as I sit here 1 year later
that he has not tried to be in touch,
he has not tried to let me know he is safe,
he has not made the decision to be sober,
and still the tears fall, on a sad, womanís face.
Today I cry for me for the us that isnít
For a spring without the joy I used to feel
For a lifetime stretching out ahead
Where I cannot ever love again as I did then
As I did when he was my love!
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|Reviewed by SaPAth AnANd
|Hard to easily forget ones' lost love.Nice write!
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Pain, hurt and desire so entwined here. Time to brush yourself off, set your sights full speed ahead. What was is no more and can never be. Enjoyed this write.
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|Hard to forget someone you truely love.
Seems he loves his booze more...
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
This one hurts. Poignantly penned longing...well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.