Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

From a broken Heart, does one recover: To know you will always love the other? When discarded like trash, far too late, alas! You soon discover you long for that Lover?

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Sophia Valentina

Date: 2/18/2014 8:22:00 PM

I wanted to comment on this one when I was a 'hacker' but dared not - this reminds me of things we talked about today. Love is a selfish act in the end, no doubt.... We want that which we find doesn't want us and how maddening it is in the end....

Scott Thirtyseven

Date: 12/8/2013 8:51:00 PM

Great rhyme, I was expecting something a little more awash with gushing lament, given the title. Just to let you know that I haven't forgotten my impending reply to our other conversation, I'm just waiting for more time in a day to give my most considered response.

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 12/9/2013 5:31:00 AM

No prob, Scott; looking forward to discussing it more, and thanks for dropping by and for the read and reply :)

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 11/29/2013 4:37:00 PM

Great title and poem. I commented on this one a few days ago but for some reason it didn't post. I hope you are having a good day Chan.

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 11/30/2013 7:35:00 AM

Thanks as always, Richard :)

Mark Peterson

Date: 11/28/2013 7:42:00 PM

Yes, it so confusing and makes us spend so many hours distraught, undone, until something kind and wonderful arrives and pushes the reset button. Hope is what lingers in between.

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 11/30/2013 7:36:00 AM

Thanks for dropping by and for your insight, Mark :)