Billy Loving

My Diary - Poem by Billy Loving

Pulling a dusty old book off the shelf
Examining it as I sit by myself
A single teardrop stains the page
Returning to my diary a wise old sage
My companion of years gone by
Reading the last entry, I start to sigh
An exuberant young man, long since gone
Recalling fond memories as I sit all alone
My words of excitement and love
Recently, she returned to the Maker above
No more words, to my love, to say
Her time with me, so brief the stay
The ink starts to flow
As I feel the fires warming glow
Returning to my diary with ease
Remembering how the entries used to please
From my writing, I briefly transgress
A vision of beauty in a flowing wedding dress
Finishing my entry for the day
So much serenity during this brief foray
To the table, my diary makes it's return
Starting to nod as I watch the fire slowly burn

Topic(s) of this poem: loss

Form: Couplet

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 22, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 20, 2016

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