To Resurrect Your Love Poem by Melody McKinstrie

What can I say
That has not already been said?
I once was your love
But now that love is gone
Is it dead?

Love that once began
So wonderfully bright
Like the morning sun
Now it's light is dwindling
Like the darkest night.
Not even a moonbeam
In sight.

I don't know the exact moment
Love began its descent
I must have been occupied
With other things.
I guess saying sorry now
Just won't cut it, eh?
Are you saying it might?
Should I take your silence
As an opening to state my case?

Words and actions
Could I touch you
With my hands?
To emphasize my affection.
Could I kiss you
Soft little kisses
Almost nibbling
To show that I want
One more bite
One last shot at you
Who once was the apple
Of my eye
And vice versa?

When little gestures
Do not have their desired affect
Should I act with more urgency
To show I have become
Desperate?

What is the test?
What is the measurement
That I have to pass
That I have to exceed
For your love to reappear?
What source of fuel
Must I use for love
To be rekindled?

Is it best to let things go
Go the way
Of many a lost day
Days we once spent together
Now they will be
Just tombstones
In love's graveyard.
Markers of the past.
Not to be resurrected.

I want a museum!
Not a graveyard or mausoleum.
I want a place that
Adds exhibits!
Not one that has stone etchings.
I want pictures
I want paintings
I want them to be vivid depictions.
Of a love that is on going
That continues
That is living!

Have I made a dent?
Have my words and deeds
Been received
Their intent achieved?
Can our love once again
Be splendid?
Let it so be
Let it so be.