A Poem About Lost Love


her music beckons me,
urges me to sing along

she speaks in waves,
hot thoughts, like lava,
bubbling to the surface

she’s my motivation,
the metaphor in my poems

she’s my main idea,
my well-developed thesis

used to climb and climb
until she reached her peak
then tumble dizzy down

my loaded rocket
soaring through her liquid skies

but like a one-way boomerang,
she won’t come back
no, she will not come for me

she’s my focus,
the theme in my symphony

she’s a falling star
I failed to catch

One thought on “A Poem About Lost Love

  1. Tom Trebswether August 31, 2009 / 3:48 pm

    This has happened to me a couple of times. Luckily though I found Jean. Perserverance is difficult. Just as everything that is worth anything is also difficult. There have been many times that I wanted to give up but I am too Goddamned stubborn. Persevere.


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