I once had a love, He made me weak He made me nimble He made me feel like the loud cymbal His touch made me tremble His eyes made me shake I often wondered if I was awake Surely, he was the one for me But he left when he was twenty-four Never again to walk through a door I think of him often But when December rolls around I remember ever sight, touch, taste and sound The clothes I wore And so much more I once had a love
Awww. There’s such sadness here tinged with joy – or the other way around! It’s true that our memories keep the good and forget a lot of the bad, embellishing our memories in such ways. If you ever got that love back again, would it be as you remembered it? Tough call, but memories do beckon… A bittersweet poem.
Yes, memories are what we hold onto….he would be 61 this coming October….
🤧 Fine poetry Lydia. 👌✨️
Thank you, Ivan, I do enjoy the writes….as they save my soul… lol