The other day,
I was walking down
the street.
I started thinking about
pork pie hats, and how I
would love to have one.
I went to the
Salvation Army store and
found a dark brown one.
I put it on, and walked out;
smooth as a puppy's belly,
slick as a butterfly's wings.
I loved that hat, I lost
it a couple of days later.
I lose everything I love:
My kids, my clothes, my jaded angel.
I've lost houses, wives, money, and cars.
What is it about love and loss that
stalk me like a hound dog?
I've lost hope and heart, and
even my mind at times.
I've lost friends galore.
My parents and two brothers are
gone. I know if I love
something or someone, I will
lose it.
And those losses leave scars on
my soul that never goes away.
So the answer seems simple:
Love less,
yet, that is impossible with
this cursed poet's heart.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Poignant read.
Great write!
Thank you, I appreciate that.
Wow such beauty and brilliance I could feel your pain and by the end I just wanted to hug you Thomas. Love in which we have deep inside and that my friend makes us who we are no matter of the terrible luck and misfortune and sometime deep self destruction 🌹 Fabulous keep your poetic heart always. ❤️
Thank you so much, Teddy. I appreciate the comment.
Ohh, when was ya cursed? I never noticed! lol.
Lol, thanks for reading.
A very moving poem, Thomas. Love the little details.
Thanks, Tom
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