Baseless are the emotions

That grip me like a vise.

For I cannot let them go-

They have wounded my soul.

How can I  a simple soul

Be hounded by such thoughts?

And still I cling to them;

They are so much part of me.

No love has ever replaced,

That which was once so new.

It was the morning sun to me,

In a world that has since long gone.

Death steals life and all its thoughts

But lets them linger in those who lost.

No the days of such a love

Can never be consumed again.

Fortunate are those who find

A new love to cherish.

It can happen, as I have learned.

But I will never feel it, my day has gone.