Tuesday, April 3, 2012

The Love that Lost Its Flame

© 2012, Michele Evans

I long for touch, and whispers of delight.
To have and to hold were the vows we made.
His bedside is empty, night after night.
I cry in the dark; my tears will not fade.

We built a life together, just us two.
Soon it all came crashing to a sad end.
I sit and contemplate – what did I do?
More than a lover, I lost my best friend.

Forever is stretched out in front of me.
I gave my all and have nothing to show.
Could I have prevented this tragedy,
if I would have known then what I now know?

Forever alone, endlessly single.
Not bold enough to learn how to mingle.

1 comment:

  1. This is my first attempt at a sonnet, so don't judge too harshly :)

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