Woosh, over to the phone,
Crash, the handheld splatters...
True happiness is what I felt,
Shocking to see why she left.
Thud, silky hair slips through my grip.
Wrath, a subsidiary of foolishness,
Letting go was the easiest part.
Fatigue sets in, a twitching smile
As her memory fades in my mind.
Sweethearts until the bitter end.
Love is a spiritual experience that affects all and sundry profoundly. It's whimsical and temperamental, coming unannounced and may leave without warning. A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
I agree with Frank. A marvelous and well written piece. Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pregnant with passion and loaded with loss..Well done my friend.