Lost Love

Love Lost

You were there every day

Your pale unblemished skin, long auburn hair

So beautiful, always pleasant and caring

You inspired confidence in me

Yet even when physically close

You were apart a barrier between us

 

I came into your office

Not knowing it would be you that I would meet

We forgot the original reason that I came for

Talked about old times - people from our past

We both wished to get closer to the other

Sadly now it is too late

Too many ties that could not be broken now

We must go our own ways

Wild Rose 2019

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Such a wistful sadness in your poem. You've found and laid words that show the past as an often sad creature. Perhaps best laid to rest. Yet to have felt as you did, and now write about, at least shows that what there was, was memorable enough to recall. :)

[Wild Rose]

Thank you Emma
I was never really sad. My love was the freedom obtained from riding out into the countryside >> I was given dads old racing bike at 11 YO
Girls were there but the system kept them separate except in the class room > this girl had an air about her You would expcet her to have her choice of boys (sadly she didnt)

Year later one of Pam's employees aske why she could get a man

Dark hair & eyes unblemished skin
etc

So I told her > asked if she had her eyes on anyone > Yes one of her brothers mates > get your bro to get you together - explain to him

Yes she found her man - came in to the workshop & just said 'Thanks it worked were going out'

[barleygirl]

What I like most about your message - it realistically describes how we can be sooooo close, desiring more closeness, but sometimes an unbridgeable gap remains between people. So often humans go around in an imperfect state of "connecting"! Your poem conveys a hint of regret mingled with a hint of acceptance (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Wild Rose]

School friends Seen in class
Kept apart by the system
Different entrances< Play grounds Even in class boys one side girls at the other with a desks too far apart to even pass messages

Then my work took me away from the town

We met years latter > with happy settled lives only then did we say how we had felt at the time

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of description and memories shared. Some people never leave our memories. Thank you Wild Rose for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Wild Rose]

Thank you some remain simply as names.
Others leave images in memory

What was it > Twenty years (ish) from leaving school when we met again

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem my friend.

[Jason Shadows]

To leave those is not so lost. Yet there seems to be time in places we can still go to.

[Wild Rose]

Yes Jason
The time and place cannot be made
They occur as if by magic
By a higher being

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Sometimes seperate ways the best way- sad but best- emotional and deep- well expressed 🌹

[Wild Rose]

A case of unspoken attraction (loved from afar > Got on with life. Until a face from the past turned up (Her own office in a large company)
Met her in the car park 'Come up'

Continued to get on with our own lifes

[Paul Bell]

Train track love.
The closeness will always be there.
But they will never be a meeting of hearts, even though you're in their thoughts most days.
Sad poem.

[Wild Rose]

Thanks > not heard the phrase 'Train Track Love'
No sadness when we met > old school friends > I lived far away from my home town

[Paul Bell]

Good to keep in touch.

[Rye]

certain amount of sadness in this write, but so well expressed. emotional piece

[Wild Rose]

Only sadness was that we hadn't made more of our friendship at the time

[Samuel Dickens]

There is sadness, but also a bit of beauty to be found here. After a long while of being apart, it's a beautiful thing to see how love rekindles itself. I have yet to experience such a thing, but have thought I'd like to.

[Wild Rose]

Lets say Childhood sweetheart Both too timid to say
Never forgotten until a chance meeting and already attached to others > Too late

[Chris Shaw]

What the years have put asunder can't be stitched back together. Too much water under the bridge. A poignant write Wild Rose and a very good morning to you from sunny Torquay.

Chris

[Wild Rose]

She was a real beauty > scared to ask incase I got turned down - she was the same
Year later while on the markets with one of wifes girls (employee)
Why cant I get a fella ?
You are too beautiful - they are scared to ask & related this to her > Got a mate with her brothers mate