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Lost Love
Poem for a Dead Lover
Our young love was naïve and true,
but you went away, leaving me
only with images of what might have been.
When I look into the eyes of a new love,
does your spirit smile from the corner
of our darkened room, knowing
the eyes I see are yours?
When the new girl with angel eyes looks down
to the juncture our bodies and her face
asks if I am the love of her life,
do you already see her approaching death?
Our young love was naïve and true,
but you went away, leaving me
only with images of what might have been.
When I look into the eyes of a new love,
does your spirit smile from the corner
of our darkened room, knowing
the eyes I see are yours?
When the new girl with angel eyes looks down
to the juncture our bodies and her face
asks if I am the love of her life,
do you already see her approaching death?
Published 2nd Oct 2024
| Edited 3rd Oct 2024
Author's Note
Thinking about a girl I loved who died too young. For years I've felt her presence when I'm with a woman but I don't mind having her with me.
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3rd Oct 2024 6:13am
Raises an interesting question as to whether our dead loves see what we're doing in the present with their successors.
5th Oct 2024 2:42am
