To Think That I Onced Loved You... Poem by david lessard

To think that I onced loved you,
to think that I onced cared -
To recall that it was passion,
the thing we onced had shared.

To remember lips on fire,
to remember arms embraced -
To bring to mind those former days,
and the happiness we onced faced.

Was it all for naught we loved,
was it all for naught we laughed -
Has it all come down to this?
Up the creek without a raft?

Time's a bitter enemy,
It steals the glow away -
And as Frost so aptly stated...
'Nothing gold can stay.'

What's here today is gone tomorrow,
and fragments of a memory won't last -
Broken dreams, like broken records,
Are thrown aside, like seedy trash.

Where they go, I do not know,
But like shadows, they still haunt -
And they stress you with what might have been,
With the images they still flaunt.