It hasn't been quite so rainy this past week, thankfully, with the heavens opening up
mainly at night, which is wonderful for sleep. I'm often on Skype, nocturnally, since
the U. S. ( California ) is 12 hours earlier than India.
Last night, I spent an hour with a friend whose latest romance with "the love of her
life' ( about the 30th one in the many years I've known her ) met its demise. I
listened to her lament that she is never going to love again. I think I've said that a
few times myself. At any rate, somewhere in the course of my usual sleeplessness,
I came up with a poem. I haven't done a poem in awhile on my blog so here it is.
When
Love Ends
When will I learn to stand apart,
And hold steadfastly to my heart?
To keep an ever watchful eye,
To know when I should say goodbye.
I always let myself be charmed,
And so I shouldn’t be alarmed,
When love so quickly fades away,
Like the dying blooms on a bouquet.
A romantic I will always be,
I thought you were so right for me,
But, once again, I missed the mark,
I guess for you, this was a lark.
I must have wanted so much more,
But I wasn’t really keeping score,
I should have seen all the signs,
And read the writing between the lines.
And, so, I cry as our love ends,
I cannot even part as friends.
I feel I’ll be forever blue,
I never want another you.
Carmen Henesy
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