New, Young, Old, Dead, Love Poem by Stephen A. Codekas
New, Young, Old, Dead, Love
What is it about Love?
Young, Old, rekindled,
All kinds of Love?
What is it about death,
They way the two can be entertwined?
I had a Love,
Barely starting out.
And then it was cold,
It started growing old.
Nothing happened,
Nothing flourished.
I let it die.
I let Love die, and wither
Away in the wind.
A gush, and like so many leaves,
It was gone.
We were done.
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