This poem is the third in my, "The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword' collection of poems dealing with moving on and sometimes the difficuilt task of forcing yourself back into the game of life ... No one ever said starting over would be easy ...
First one man and then another
Wishing it were you
Is how I spend my lonely nights
Since you said we're through
Staring at the same four walls
Your picture on each one
Reminding me of the times we shared
While we were still as one
The times we've shared
The things we've done
Seem now to be in vain
I wake up every night
Calling out your name
What went wrong how did we fail
I really loved you so
I guess that's the price one pays
For giving up their soul
First one man and then another
Wishing it were you
Is how I spend my lonely nights
Since you said we're through ...
So much heartbreak to go through sad but true. Feelings are smashed and looking forward is hard to do. Lost love isn't fun and can we replace it. Wait and see, maybe.
What a lovely piece of lyrical poignancy! I agree with Lynn Barry; you just have to get together with a song writer...Your poem would make a wonderful song.
Reviewed by Tyrone Godfrey
Reviewed on October 28, 2001
The deepest bond we could have becomes void
when we no longer have it. Sadly but profoundly true.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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when we no longer have it. Sadly but profoundly true.