I've been warned
there's no stopping things from happening.
People leave
You can only grieve
But it happens anyway.
They just walk away.
Friends meet other friends
and so do lovers
they don't stay forever.
Even promises,
memories, or tokens
they can only leave you broken.
They may lessen the blow
but they burrow a hole
of what was there
or mine
but now,
is but a fragment of passed time.
You recall and revive,
mend and bend,
frantically extend.
No matter how
You fake a twinkle below the brow.
twist the corners of your lips
Lock my hand, tighten the grip
it seems easier to resist
But it will insist.
It's futile starting over again.
There' never really stopping
The End.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, Lynne... particularly 'the end.' Brian