Do You Know it?

When you left me,
I climbed into bed.
And stayed there for weeks
Remembering every minute
We spent together,

Seeing us as if I were watching movies.
Trying to find the meaning of those days
When we squandered love.

Someone saved me.

I have been reading the works of Moliere
And wondering what separates the suffering
From the imagination.
Do you know it? My love.

Poetry by Ashe
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Written on 2017-05-05 at 05:35

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Waiting on an "A" train at a "B" station! Oh my, I missed my stop. Love came right on time and I let it slip; was I really looking for love or was love looking for me? When love connects it is a sure shot with nothing missing; fear jumps out the window as doubt pigs out on ice cream. When love arrives they both know that it is forever; yeah ya both know it is the Romeo and Juliet of heaven on earth. Love is the holding of hands with romance. You know love well and it shows in all you say and write. Bravo!

Nancy Sikora The PoetBay support member heart!
Then I should read Moliere; because there is no one else to save me.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I have not read any of his work. Although I know the question was not for me. I don't think love is ever squandered. It is like store bought fireworks. Some go on nicely for a long time, others explode magnificently and end quickly. Now I must read up on Moliere. Thank you :)

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm submerged in the ambiguity of that last line. As for Moliere, I haven't read him in a long time, but I remember that Tartuffe was very funny, possible funny enough to rescue someone who is heartbroken.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i've never read Moliere
it sounds as if there is comfort to be found there

in which case
i will read Moliere

very nice, ashe ~

KYREUS of Sweden
Simply wonderful words.

So sad yet so good. Loved it.