WHAT THEN?

The moon has settled over me

Like a glamorous w***e

Luring everyone to walk in twos

To turn to their beds and passion.

I am alone and no one is waiting

I am desperately alone,

Especially at the goodnight hour.

It is Autumn, my love.

You can see it on the sunset and leaf

And locust chatter about it by night.

It is the season when we would walk

On the sunny side of the street

Your hand in mine

When our bed was love warm

And we knew that Autumn was ours

Yours and mine.

 

When all my poems are written

And all my dreams spent and dreamt

Without promise or fulfillment 

When hope is a memory

And nothing sustains or protects me

Not being drunk or busy

Or pretending to be therapeutically in love,

What will be left in the search for something?

When I have forgotten why we parted

As if we ever really knew

I will remember sleeping naked

Kissing even when one had a cold

When forever was as certain as the sun

And everything about us fitted.

What will become of us then

When there is nothing left about us?

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

"When our bed was love warm" ................

Straight from a man or even woman's diary
Where secrets between two
Are lonely heartaches for one..

Honest and bare ... Jazz xoxo

[DrD]

You're alwasys sweet, Jazz. Thank you.

[J. J. Nightingale]

I did enjoy .. maybe because I can relate .... You are welcome David ... xo J.

[Coyote Poetry]

"I will remember sleeping naked
Kissing even when one had a cold"
Memories create smiles and sadness. A lonely bed leave us wishing for things we do not have anymore. I remember too. When I ran home to dear wife. I guess we change with time. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[DrD]

You're very welcome, Coyote and I truly appreciate you stopping by.

[Lydia Shutter]

"When forever was as certain as the sun" a stunning line a poem that is a bittersweet masterpiece. The longing is palpable...the emptiness is so honest. Gorgeous! Lydi**

[DrD]

Thank you Lydi for your visit and kind words.