When A Feeling Is Ended Poem by Peter S. Quinn

When a feeling is ended sometime
With its many worries of love
When each our touch is in true prime
Like the blue of the faraway above
When our world is like scattered
Through the sprinklings of love dust
And our well beings are battered
In the tinctures of its old rust

Then our love is forever broken
In its uneasy flying of the hours
Lost in words that were never spoken
Like the seeds of withered flowers
Just remembrance of what is gone
On to the softly worth of living
And there to go forever still on
In its nothing of life truly giving

When you must live with aggravation
Trying to win back the lost of all
Every moment looking in desperation
For the love that’s been uneasy thrall
When a feeling is not to be found
In the minutes that still are going
And all the memories come here around
In its one times of yesterday showing