He's just not you

Trying to replace a love is never easy

After we parted
I found another
he's not you
but he's my lover

I try to fit him
into those spaces
of your imprints
and tender places

He's not you,
but he now lays
where you used to

his smile is sweet
reserved just for me
but he doesn't
rub my feet

his is so gentle
worth risk taking
but he doesn't sing to me
after lovemaking

No, he's not you
but I'll fit him in
where you used to

I give him my love
with tender care
but I still miss the way
you washed my hair

his love is a sure thing
I know it's not maybe
but doesn't call me
his sweet baby baby

I know he is faithful
he's warm and he's true
but I will always know
that he's not you.

Author's Note

http://free.napster.com/barbra-streisand-music/tracks/11509372#origin=search

Reviews

[Natalie]

Oh, how I know this sentiment. Very well communicated emotion. My only thought is thatin the fourth stanza you might add "he" doesn't rub my feet. Maybe it was a typo but it threw me off.

[Lenard L. Banks III]

I love this poem I feel the hurt from missing the one you love and the dealing with trying to move on. I myself can identify with this it's crazy that most of the time the one you love doesn't last forever.

[Jibey]

The light touch and the jaunty rhyme was just right for this whimsical reflection on what many must feel about a second love... Nothing ever replaces the first grand passion!

[KAREN]

Beautiful write, hard to move on to someone else sometimes. So much pain and emotion in this write, but an excellent write and read!

[An owl on the moon]

What a heartfelt longing... looking back and knowing... letting go, yet clinging still. This made me ache just to think about what it would mean... Your words could so easily be a song...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I think the hardest thing in a new relationship is we tend to compare them to our last for a while cause we were so use to them. "if you can't love the one you want, love the one your with."

[Jason]

Fantastic write. I think you captured the essence of the necessity to reluctantly move on.