I remember you.

From what I remember

You were once as sweet 

as a warm summer wind

that brushed my cheek 

under plum trees.

And with enough power

I'd have stood the world 

on its head 

to prolong your kisses -

those little miracles

ignorant of time 

and vaporous years.

Yes, you were sweet

but like all mirages 

you faded  

making me - in the end

a mere shadow 

crossing your cheek 

when all your infatuation expired.

I am wiser now,

with a lesson learned.  

At least once in life,

we will all be

forgotten 

and discarded

like the pit of a devoured plum.

Author's Note

~The jilted lover, naive to the game of love has become bitter. He has learned the hard way that infatuation is a fickle sensation that can dissolve as fast as it was precipitated...whether in himself or in this case, the object of his affections. Love should not be assumed. Love takes time.~

Reviews

[realmwriter]

Love is fickle and those of us who think we have found it in one lustful night fall prey to foolish desires. Then we realize that we are cast out with the sodomites when our infatuation is no longer reciprocated. Like the shadow you refer to, we are gone before the sun sets. The gray in our lives becomes black and we loose our way. But alas, love is hard to find for a reason, because it is worth having. It is worth the search for that one true love that we so desire to spend the rest of our lives with. Sometimes, however, we don't recognize it when it is right in front of us.

Excellent write my friend. I enjoyed this very much.

[Relic]

A great review. Thanks very much realmwiter.

[realmwriter]

You're very welcome

[Kat Waugh]

I love this. I think everyone can identify with this, masterfully done.

[Relic]

Thanks very much Kat.

[Tom]

Indeed bittersweet or should that be sweetbitter ?

Either way, a stunning poem that tells of the uncertainty and pitfalls of love and how it can impart such a somber outcome on the naive and unwary!

[Relic]

I agree, thank you very much.

[Twizzler]

Familiar with that feeling lately....this was just what I needed to read. :) Thank you.

[Relic]

Sorry it's so relevant, I appreciate the review.

[Angi]

You have described a jilted lover to T. I like the plum trees and plum pit images. I still have tiny cracks in my heart from my very first love. I was 16 years old. Angi~

[Relic]

The first love is always like a landmark in time isn't it. Thank you Angi.

[Angi]

It absolutely is. You are very welcome.

[Firestone Feinberg]

Well-written. Expressive. Wrought by truth. --David

[Relic]

Thanks David.

[Dye]

Your description of what it does in fact feel like to be the 'jilted lover' is spot on.

"in the end,
was nothing more
than a quick shadow

that crossed your cheek
when your infatuation with me
expired--"

Such truth to those lines.

[Relic]

I appreciate you stopping by to review Dye. I'm glad you could identify with the poem. Thank you.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

You expressed it in the best imagery possible. Heartbreaking, sentimental... I love this. :)

[Relic]

Thanks so much for your thoughts Blue.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"And you discarded me,
like the pit
of a devoured plum."

I am a HUGE fan of free verse...and who hasn't felt bitter by a jilted lover? Cast away, like the wrapper to a hershey bar! I love your expressions...wonderful read!

[Relic]

Thank you Kelly.

[SineadJulia]

This is exquisite. I love how you carried on the beautiful imagery of the plum tree, ending with the discarded pit. Excellent.

[Relic]

Thanks so much Sinead.

[J. Kell]

Wow, excellent poem. I love the descriptive language and the abrupt ending really gives the reader a feel of the experience. Takes the reader on a ride.