Ah, the pain of the broken heart...

 

of a dream shattered...

 

 

How do I greet thee when we meet again

say the chance meeting at the funeral of a friend,

might we be civil and nod to each other

as I'm with my wife and you with your brother.

 

Suck it Up!

   Ah, but all that was in adolescence--- the early twenties, by thirty we was coming out of that maudlin feel of such things... and by forty... Oh yes, we go reaching back,  even as we change--- The bloom going off the Rose, so to speak... and what then?  After an intense go at it... One is glad to part... get back into ones own heart... space, place.... 

 

   We need new poems for the old... Not this nostalgic twaddle...  Though beautiful it all was, back when we were --- So round, passionate and driving to breed....

 

   Now things flow deeper... The view somewhat craggy,  the path of the day steep;  come now into the seventies... Oh love there is   and companionship; passion yet and sensual pleasure to share... But not couched now in --- "the dew of the morning sunk, chill on my brow"---  Of course the vows were all broken... We are imperfect and change, and nature don't run on duty We grow up and on and old...  and die...  

 

   Hold my hand, darlin, for I am afraid.  And, stand with me bravely, come approaching night,  old spirit...  Old mother...  old father;  sing you a rarer theme now:  form dissembling... illusions melting... 

 

   We smile at each other  and feel the soft carress...  and hold no rancor  the one who is left---   going on, alone...

 

As we recall the years we spent together, there were indeed not enough of them, that we were truly as one.  You went your way and I went mine and both seemed necessary for each at the time.  I had to provide because it was my place to do so, and you had the children, the house and the family roots to sow. 

 

It is said that absence makes the heart grow fonder, yet I found after times of seperation I began to ponder, is this  the peak that all men seek and from that point on ...I began to wander.  

 

Wonderous wander.  Wonderous wandering wander.  No ones life should wander.  Ever!  Set your goal and go forthwith, and if you are lucky enough to begin with help through affection...God man, don't stray because of an errant erection. Be thankful for what you have and consider yourself blessed and go do your chore so you can return to  your previous selection.

 

The first..the foremost... the love that you had

is lost  forever..and of course that's sad.

But life goes on, both yours and hers,

and you wonder sometimes if she thinks back

to the times we had  that weren't all bad.

Probably not you tell yourself,

she was smarter than that.

 

 

 

   So you're gone darlin... and I must go on with years.  I'll not put you on a pedstal --- we were never into that.

We never had such wide expectations-- We knew our humaness.  But in the main, the many years we had-- together: The romance, the passion,  the freedom with each other...  The help, the care, the always knowing the other would be there when everything else appeared to go away.. Ha! we came through for each other... We learned each other's itch... We knew the signs--and when it was no more, we knew that too... at least you did...

 

You said, "Let's work this out as adults:  I think I should leave." And you did... And then did I. We went about our lives and development-- we came to friends...  We were not perfect... but, anyway,  what is that?  Some sickly, treacle like smarming-over, from some unreal concept created from something laid down, or must be held up above all others...

 

We knew the dirt, darlin.. you and I... We didn't rise that far on the scale of pure... Our duet, somewhat discordant. But oh, there were those times delightful... Often little things, moderate things...  sincere things ... We dreamed together...  We touched it all, really ... Felt rich, at times... felt poor. All the stuff of life... and went our separate ways to whatever's yet to be discovered...  Who knows, maybe we have met again already?

 

 

Oh well, it's done.  Over..caput..finis

Time has taken its toll of the love I recall.

 With the love, came the stinging, singeing

cost of that love.  The bearable, for awhile, of

the cross the tracks attitude shown.  The huge difference between

transgressions and debtors, mouthed on Sundays.

The scalings  between formal and informal became

insurmountable mountains and silk purse-sows ear

was too much of a challenge.  But an A is requested for effort.

It's better this way. Now I can provide for me and that doesn't require as much.  The pressure to sound good, look good and above all be good, is not there.  Well now....

Maybe this isn't so bad afterall. 

    

   Thar you go, AIEG....  especially if we's old, hey...  We's comfortable... have some good memories to dwell on... like's our home we've wove around ourselves... Our few things--- at least, that I have....  This is okay... It can always be better, but then so can I... One stays open... but things is alright as they is.... 

Love lost... a pain felt like no other.

hi i think that is lovely,i have written poetry but it is more on the religious side thank you. bye take care.

                  regards

                      elaine1923