When Love Starts, When Love Ends Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Who knows when love starts and when love ends
When emotion in inferno ascends and in ebb retreats and descends
I have waited so long for you to return
Counting the days when our happy days adjourn

Yet when you finally came back
Nothing inside me remains; my heart congealed into a rock
Empty of all songs and strains
Like a candle at winter night burning itself without rekindle again

I thought it will be the end of the world
Soul cankered and chest of heavy human mold
But none of that happened; the world continues on its path
The birds are singing and taking sand bath


Not one does mind, neither wind rain or sun
The world will forward roll its events without any hiccup or groan
And in next Summer or Spring, when I wake up to a new dawn,
I would forget all our days since scarcely anyone knows that we were gone


And If anyone asks you, say it was forgotten
What ever had been is like it never did happen
As a flower in fall loses its vigor, as a waning fire, long ago
As a hushed footfall in last winter long-forgotten snow.


You must in your inner heart to let it be erased, forgotten and keep us apart
As a thing of beauty that fades and shrinks in human heart
Forgotten as the fire that once was singing, swaying violently to keep us from cold
Time, the eternal crony of death; yet kind to make us forgotten and old


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