I spent my nights writing you love letters
And then I spent the next day
Erasing each and every word
For your eyes were two bright compasses
Always pointing towards the seas of parting.

Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-06-06 at 15:43

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LS Marie
Your words touched me with their painful comprehension of what is instead of what was wanted. And in so few lines!

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I can feel the anguish in this. The eyes/compass metaphor is striking and apt in such a situation. Well done indeed.

France England
Before my heart found its way from pen to paper I took several glances at my sleeve; there I found your photograph eyes closed. Logic took over at the expense of my aching soul and while remembering the wisdom of past loves I got over the songs sung off key. You were always a solo kind of heart to heart sort of being; looking north and a kite without a string to secure. It was I that let the cord free; you just didn't have time to notice just how free I had become by parting. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful way of saying thank you for passing me by. Great write!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm with Bibek. You've said what you needed to say with artful efficiency.

KYREUS of Sweden

To the point.