Those three words
you used whispers up
in the winter darkness
where we sat
together
so close
Warm hands used to
creep tentatively forward
until they found my
Together we sat
and remembered
each word
and touch
But somewhere along the way
you gradually forgot
the word love
Now I sit alone
in the winter darkness
where the tears
freeze
trying to remember
what it was like to be loved
So true. I can picture you sitting on a porch in a pooring rain, with an empty chair that once rocked next to you. Love is most of life, and I enjoyed reaading the poem, reguardless of the heart break, thanks for sharing your thoughts from the heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's a sad poem, but it is a sad one because these things happen and they've happened to everyone. +10 from me