Loss

Sometimes there is only goodbye.

Loss of dreams , of sugar kisses ,and flowers.

Loss of knowing what it would be like to hold your hand, to look into your eyes

Loss of poetry, music, dance.

Loss of knowing anything that could have been us.

Loss of this grand delusion of what I have been waiting for, my entire life.

Some are meant to be alone and in solitude. Fighting the loneliness for an eternity. Some of us will die not with a broken heart, but a heart never loved tenderly.

Reviews

[Luna]

It's beautiful somehow I connected with it. Sure might be dark but I can see that as an attraction of the poem. Nice poem Barbara :)

[Barbara Borel]

Thank you Luna

[Luna]

Your welcome :)

[Tony Jordan]

This is more like infinite Loss Barbara. A group of souls doomed forever to wander and never be loved in a way the rest will experience. As if they have the mark of Cain. What a frightening concept.

[Barbara Borel]

Dark yet sadly beautiful

[Tony Jordan]

Yes - well said.

[Valentine]

I am with the thought that, "with God all things are possible." If I had given up I never would of had all of those years with my husband. Perhaps love will find you. Valentine

[lua]

throughout this, despite feeling melancholic, there is the anticipation and hope of letting go of what is not to be, and that it might be easier and come with less complications to not love at all

[Barbara Borel]

Sadly it's true. My writing tends to be morose or romantic. I need to find a happy medium. But I write from emotion

[lua]

don't pressure yourself to find a happy medium, your writing can only flourish when inspired by emotion

[Barbara Borel]

Very true. Thank you