I never expected to be giving you
well wishes, (on Wednesday)
I only wanted to hear your voice
feeling sorry for myself
Hoping to crawl into the corner
of your comforting come-over-anytime,
I paused, when you said
You had something to say...
Didn't imagine you'd tell me
you were in love...
Once, long ago, I thought you
Loved me...
I know I loved you...maybe still do...
Just a little, when I'm lonely...
Sculpted from a crumpled moment that revealed but obscured thoughts and feelings long since scrunched into a ball and kept just in case for vague reference and realised now that it is done but was once a possibility. A fine succint write. Apologies for the vain attempt at summation.
Once, long ago, I thought you Loved me... I know I loved you...maybe still do... Just a little, when I'm lonely... every lover wish to hear those words whispered in their ears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Provides a taste of love''s eternal embrace... though long since past... still lingering in a memory like a fine old wine... well penned dear poet.