Lost Love Poem

Poem About Not Wanting To Grow Old Alone

This was written for the many before me who have lost a true love and for myself. The pain is not unique to me, and others have experienced the same, so this is our shared experience.

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This was beautifully accurate. I'm raising my glass now, even though my heart is buckling under the pressure. I loved it.

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The Lost Love

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Published: July 2016

My lover's voice I long to hear,
My heart will race when she comes near.
To see her face and touch her skin,
And hear her words of love again.

Her voice is faint, so far away.
I will not see her here today,
Nor will I get to touch her hair.
I reach to touch, but she's not there.

I see the image in my mind
Of bygone days and better times,
Of laughter, love, and happy days,
Before we let it all escape

I do not want to be alone,
Growing old, without a home,
Without my love close by my side.
Emptiness, I can't abide.

If you will have me, I'll take you.
We'll start again, with love renewed.
Together always, never to part,
Each holding the other inside the heart.

Be still my mind, it's just your dream,
A nightmare, really, it would seem.
Pride, you see, precedes the fall.
She won't be back, and that is all.

I lift my head and raise my glass
And toast those days that are long past.
To memories of love and home,
To days before I was alone.

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  • Oralee S. Rolle by Oralee S. Rolle
  • 3 years ago

This was beautifully accurate.
I'm raising my glass now, even though my heart is buckling under the pressure. I loved it.

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