Losing Poem by Richard Blanch

Left behind in a former time, she grew
In my mnd until she filled our now
With her essence, until there was for you
No space to live in. Dense fog settled. Our vow,

Meant when made, hangs in the air, a blame
Dusty with cobwebs, sour with the smell
Of things decayed. And all for a shame
Of a memory, a soul tolling its bell

Without hope of fulfilment. For she had paced
Through the fields and out of the gate long ago,
Dragging her beauty behind: half the world’s grace
Gone in the grass. And then came your glow.

Why does the mist in that trailing cloak return
To fade out the sunlight and trouble your smile?
You stand there firm-breasted not calling me vile
For searching the stars. For doing what mars
Our strong fondness, for breaking our bond.
Walking backwards and stupidly yearning
I know I should turn. I know I should learn.
But her nothingness waits. You must leave me awhile…….