She loved me once and I threw it away
A love so pure there was plenty to spare
And yet not enough for me to keep
And not enough for me to share
Her and I loved in different ways, speeds and styles
At contrasting times and in different places
Her love for me now sat with old newspapers
Faded clothes, expired milk and long-forgotten faces
But my love for her caught in a sandtimer
With my heart waiting for the last grain to fall
Memories varying from light to dark and dark to light
And questions and questions challenging it all
Whether better to have loved and lost Iβm not certain
I wanted to love you the way you did me
My love took too long to catch up with yours
And you never slowed down, moreβs the pity
I will let go, I hold on with fewer fingers now
The future is coming into view more than the past
But while weβll never be that us again
Your role in my life will last
After finding an old poem Some Things, I decided to fine tune another poem I wrote while back.
The sandtimer line is brilliant. Wonderful imagery throughout. Really lovely to see your poetic side.. Good stuff.
Write on, mate. Cheers but no jeers, only two thumbs up and a red solo cup π
Thanks. very kind. I shall get a red solo cup and celebrate π
I really like this piece, Alex: reflective, nostalgic, sensitive and melancholy yet never overly ‘gushing’ or pitying. Well written.
That’s what I was going for. Thank you π
Really pretty and honest-
Thanks. After the positive comments after my last poem, I thought I’d look at another one I’d written. It means a lot to hear such nice things.
I really love your style…
Thanks Louise. What a nice comment π
“I hold on with fewer fingers now”
Now that’s a great line. Well done.
One of my favourite lines too. It just came to me as I was writing it.
All the best writing works that way, like a bolt from the blue.
Nicely done, Alex. I like the “hold on with fewer fingers’ line, too. Very nostalgic and wistful. β€ Keep sharing these!
That means a lot. I wanted to really strong images to back up the emotions.
Painting a picture with words… something you can stare at for hours. β€οΈ
I’m very humbled Meghan π
Beautiful piece my man. πΉ
That’s very nice of you to say. I shall be writing more.
Alex, how romantic and beautifully said!! Wow! Major kuddos!!
Thanks. I wanted to show I could a wider range and throw my heart into a poem.
It was perfect!
Your genuine heart shines through with this poem xx
Thanks Christy π
This was phenomenal and beautiful, Alex. Your way with words is simply extraordinary and stirring.
That’s one of the loveliest things I’ve heard in some time. Thank you Vinnie.
I mean every word of it. You’ve got a real writing gift.
Thank you so much π
You’re a cool dude, never forget that.
Great poem, Alex!
Thanks Ann. I plan on writing more.
Loved this poem π
That’s wonderful to hear. Thanks so much. Do you have a favourite poem/poet?
Yeah π but my favorites keep changing π these days I am in love with Rumi’s poems π
That just means you read a lot π
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Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Kahlil Gibran