Loves Lost Collage by Ron

Remembering Them

All the ones I lusted for,

When love was just a score.

Not wanting to marry quick,

Settle down, mind turning thick. 

They may have wanted pleasure,

When it was security, they treasure.

Did not have a sense of adventure,

Unwilling to step into any venture.

Some regretted it, I hope, 

When they left me for a dope,

I felt that internal regret,

Pains a bit still, and yet.

They are gone and I am now,

What I have, better somehow.

Than all the ones from before,

From former flash of adore.

Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull

11/6/25

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