A poem inspired by a long email and an even longer phone conversation on her dating woes and tales of unrequited love.
Many sad tears fall,
as the ethereal evaporates
into the thinness that was before.
Illusions, dreams, and hopes,
all leave as quickly as they came
with the same unabashed desire
that came knocking at my heart.
All are gone now, with a quiet whisper.
All are gone now, to return no more.
I only have one phrase of comfort for her: it is better to have known love and loss, than never to have known true love at all.
A sad poem.
Posted by: _Jon at July 13, 2005 10:52 PMActually it's just better to keep love locked in the basement so it can't escape :-)
Seriously, though, I know it hurts. All I can suggest is try to stay busy, and keep your body moving.
Posted by: Harvey at July 14, 2005 03:03 PM