(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
(jjd) ...I Knew You Were Gone...Before You Left.
When love leaves...where does it go?
When does one notice...love, is leaving?
Love, never leaves all at once. It leaves
slowly...ever so slowly. Noticed, but denied and
quietly leaves...almost imperceptibly.
Those in love, for the most part, are aware,
that their love, like dimming embers, is slowly,
beginning to fade. One day, seemingly without
warning, ones deepest fear is realized. Love, has
left you, alone and empty.
Now, a solitary figure, in the cold and indifferent,
blackness of night. Struggling, to find the last
memories, of love filled days.
Like the rush of spring waters, deep in the mountains,
after a winters season...memories of love...flood your mind.
I knew you were leaving...before you left. You were
letting me go...a minute...an hour...a day at a time.
You told me, not in words, but in the withdrawal,
of all which bonded, two, as one. Our time together,
no longer, a time of love and caring,
but moments of uncomfortable silence
and trite conversation.
The wet hungry kisses, replaced, by a peck on the cheek.
The many nights, lying side by side, in muted silence,
both pretending sleep. Slowly, you withdrew from our
world, into a world I knew nothing about.
We were two, on the sea of life, in separate
boats...slowly drifting apart.
Yes, I knew you were going...before you left. I could
not find the words...or the ways, to make you stay.
To make you love me again.
Did I expect too much, to think, we could grow old together?
Was our parting my fault? Your fault? Was it the fault of life? Living?
Is it even possible, for two to fall in love, until death due them part?
I suspect it is. However, in this materialist, cruel and unsympathetic
world...lost love, is generally, a casualtie of existence. Of life.
I knew you were going...before you left. Perhaps, as you did, I shall
find love again. I suspect not. For some...there is but one love, in a lifetime.
To my dying day, I shall forever despair,
losing you. Losing your love.
I wish that you never stopped loving me.
I wish I could have kept you by my side.
God I wanted that...I just didn't know how.
I wish I knew what to say, that would make you stay.
Try as I might...I just could not find the words.
So it is, I shall forever wonder;
Do you ever wonder, where our love had gone?
Do you ever wish, of days gone by?
Tell me my sweet...my love...
'Do you think of me...as I have thought of you? '
© Joe Fazio
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