Living With Lost Love
Living with lost love
Loneliness now grips my mottled hand
Whilst true love sits so near, yet far away;
Words, misunderstood, killed all that was,
And in my heart I fear that's how it will stay.
Could love die in so short space of time?
Those years of warmth extinguished in a trice.
Togetherness has vanished in the night
As silence turns a home to solid ice.
No well meant kiss when night times echo calls,
Now sparkling eyes are staring straight ahead,
And like a churchyard all in order stands,
As graves we lie, apart, just like the dead.
In darkness now I wait the coming dawn
And curse the very day that I was born.
Copyright © Tim Riding | Year Posted 2020
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