On Waking...

You wake on a bitter morning,

To find that your love is lost,

You turn your head to an empty bed

On the eve of Pentecost.

You reach on out to feel the warmth

That was there in the days of old,

But now, in that empty space you find

That the sheets and the bed are cold.

And then you remember the night before

And that terrible tête à tête,

When you both dug deep for the love you lost

But all you could feel was hate.

You’d always sworn you would make it up

Before you went off to bed,

That chance was lost, now you count the cost

As demons roam in your head.

You think that your partner must recall

All the love that you’ve made till now,

On searching your head, that love is dead,

So how to remember… How?

The eyes that used to adore you, now

Have narrowed down to slits,

The mouth turned down at the corners that

Would pout, as you kissed those lips.

Love is a short term happiness

That doesn’t transpire for long,

For love will frown as it’s beaten down

And comes to the end of the song.

You wait in vain by the open door

In hopes that it reappears,

But time moves on, and you know they’ve gone,

The end of the tale is tears.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest, true and powerful words for love. Thank you David for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[TPK Stories]

the inescapable heartbreak when you know a love is gone...well written...

[Avinash]

The ache of heartbreak can shake the most capable of minds. As in case of any other loss, it takes long to accept the reality.

[Susan 🦋]

Well, if this doesn't tug at the heart!..only to be left with a tale of tears :-( ouch!.. there's got to be some more huh?...some happiness here? aw sad little poem. ( enjoyed reading)

[Tony Jordan]

It's a beautiful title and a bitterswet write that a lot of people can relate to. Once the magic is gone - that's that. Even with the best will in the world - if you do manage a reconciliation - the 'thing' you once shared is forever tarnished.
Moving on is such a simple phrase - belies the scale of devastation in the wake.
Nice write David.