What's Left Of Love
Too many nights, too many times
I've woke in sweat and had to find
a way to push you out again,
and pray once more that this will end.
That from my heart you'll finally leave
and not come back into my dreams.
For I am old enough to know
the years have made our love run cold.
And I am wise enough to see…
I only love your memory.
David RL Moore
Thu 21st Mar 2024 11:17
Hi Jeff,
Other peoples poetry of love is often difficult in different ways, and complex too.
I like this poem as although straight to the point. (which is good) it identifies an extremely important factor regarding the regrets of love lost, and that is that it is the memory of love we are in love with. A pivotal rationale on the road to recovering ones heart.
So thanks for that and for being a man who allows himself to write of such things.
David