I can love you . I can hate you .
I can hold you till the end.
I can see you when you're not there .
I read letters you don't send.
I can open up my heart to you.
I can offer you my soul.
I can hold onto the feelings .
Be them warm or be them cold .
I reach toward an outstretched hand .
Or is it really there ?
I reach out toward a loved one .
I know that you still care .
I can still smell the perfume .
That you wore behind your ear .
I can feel the dampness on my chest.
As from you comes a tear .
I wish you back in person .
Not only in my mind .
A love like yours is finest .
When that love of yours is mine.
- Author: The elder poet ( Offline)
- Published: August 16th, 2021 21:20
- Comment from author about the poem: A lost love from years ago.
- Category: Love
- Views: 29
- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
Comments2
Pulled on my heartstrings with thoughts of Sharon. Thanks ep. 👍
Thank you A.p for faving my poem It's alway's good to hear from you. Thanks for commenting.
Really like this - I can see you when you're not there .
I read letters you don't send.
A minor nit you may want to consider is to replace "them" with "they" in the second stanza and see how that sits with you. Thanks for sharing this!
Thanks again for taking the time to read and comment.
I'll tried your suggestion. But I think I will keep it as is . You have good weekend
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