Gregory Stanford Poet Rhyme

Diary of an Empty Day

From  “I love you” to a habit
And old habit melts away
Till you doubt if you had it
Ever since that summer day
Like green leaves turn gold and brown
To be scattered everywhere
 So are we, when coming down
( “he’s not there”, “she’s not there”)
 “I am honest every moment”
You can say, but so can I
Honesty won’t ease the torment
Without love there’s no blue sky
No green leaves, and for tomorrow
Comes the same another day
Everything degrades in sorrow
Even sorrow hides away
Feigned composure brings detachment
Only urgent things remain
Changeless, bolstered as attachment 
To the usual evening rain 
Day is done, so how it was? 
Average, happy, boring, nice? 
Have you thought to speak out words
That you keep inside your eyes?
As for me, day was so bleak
That I couldn’t see you, dear 
Just another day to shrink 
For the night time to appear.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers April 8, 2024 at 6:17 AM Hello Gregory, your poem really captures the melancholy of routine and the ache of unspoken emotions with poignant clarity. The journey from love to habit echoes the bittersweet evolution of relationships, where familiarity can sometimes overshadow passion. I loved your imagery of green leaves turning gold and brown mirrors the inevitable cycle of change and decay in human connections. This is a nice introspective reflection on the complexities of love and longing.- Blessings, Daniel Gregory Stanford May 4, 2024 at 1:31 PM I'm very grateful to get the most deep response you shared, dear Daniel! Blessings!