3 November 2017 Poem by Andy Caldwell

it's almost forty years
since I have seen your face
though I keep your image
in a tender protected place
once I thought you'd be my mate
but that was not to be our fate
I write this poem for myself
that somehow you'll know
that all is well...... even though
our life together became hell
you were beautiful like Venus D'Milo
I kept you on the half shell
more beautiful than I could tell
you sold me out to save your self
and took me on a trip through Hell
in time I found you ugly on the inside
my feelings open I could not hide
you would never ever be my bride
after all these years you are inside
in my heart you wounded for all time
and as a shadow in my mind