Love Lost Poem by Barbara Nixon

Illusion of progress

the passage of time

dull thud in my heart

my need is my crime.


Embellished by tears

worn pictures without frames

my refuge of memories

untarnished by fears.


A chapter left unending

a breath forever inhaled

flowers eternally blooming

my crime forever tending.


Move on my head implores

slam shut the doors of yore

set free the mighty prisoner

from every thought and every pore.


But to set it free would be to me

heartbreak, not once, but twice,

so in my thoughts, my heart, my blood

I will cherish this torturous vice.

by barb Nixon