Remembering love
He was love.Simply and absolutely.
Love can be described in different forms
and have different constantly changing meanings
along the years.
He was the one constant, whose love never changed.
He was my forever love.
Thinking of him is akin to stabbing myself in the heart,
over and over again.
Pining for him,
missing his warmth, his laughter.
His forever kind words to me.
Nobody cared for me like he did,
nobody ever spoke sweeter words.
All that remains now are just memories.
Even after years have gone by and I am with someone else,
I miss him so terribly.
He has built a life with someone else and I wonder,
has he ever thought of me, even once,
in all those years that have gone by.
My heart aches for the comfort only he could provide,
the way he could soothe my fears and my heart,
the way he could make life so beautiful.
Alas, my present is no longer so pretty.
The one with me now, a poor replacement for my soulmate
and only brings me misery and tears day after day.
I yearn for a glance or even a word, from him.
But I know, there is no turning back the hands of time,
he will never be mine again.
I am only stuck with those vivid memories that I see each time I look myself in the eye,
my eyes never lied,
the yearning and the pain shining through.
I close them to hide the emotions going through me,
wishing there was some relief from feeling the ache in my every cell.
Poetry by myst_ery
Read 133 times
Written on 2023-06-02 at 08:42
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
