LOVERS
Either he came along too late,
Or she was born too soon.
Whichever it was,
Those years they had lost
Were wild and wide and gone,
So they had a lot to catch up on.
On both sides,
There were exciting times to talk through.
For each of them,
Desperate days to walk through.
Still, there was plenty to talk about,
Plenty to discover about each other,
Lover to Lover.
So now, all was well and all was well,
For the living was just beginning.
The two of them, together,
Putting time in its place,
Slipping all those lost hours
Into their pockets,
To be remembered only when they felt
Strong enough to face them.
But not now, they decided, not now
And maybe not ever,
Not when the days were shining,
The nights blazing and burning
With no charred mornings to speak of.
Not when a plain old blade of grass
Spoke of heaven,
The heaven that lay in each other
Now time and love were with them,
New Lover loves New Lover.
Old lovers sent to the car wash.
© 2018 Gwen Grant
I could think of a place or two to send my old lovers! I enjoyed this poem, thank!
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Glad you liked it!
Gwen.
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Love how they slipped lost hours into their pockets! Lovely!
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Glad you liked it. If only we had a pocketful of lost hours to retrieve now! Time goes so fast.
Gwen.
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Gorgeous!!!
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How kind of you! So glad you liked it. I like so many of yours!
Gwen.
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You are so welcome, Gwen. And thank you too!
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