Long Ago

For Ashley

We laid gazing at the moon.

She had the darkest brown eyes, 

but they'd light up the night 

like a silver moonrise...

We were talking about dreams 

and New Mexico skies

while a whirling wind whispered 

it's lonesome lullaby.

Though she'd laugh, I could tell

that, somewhere in her mind, 

lay hidden more hurt than 

she wanted me to find.

In the midst of the moment,

I told her, "Let it go...

We might lose, we might win, 

but if we try, at least we'll know."

She couldn't stand to say it.

Though her voice never broke,

beneath the quiver of her lips,

her heavy heart spoke:

"I gave up on you, Love, long ago...

when I gave up on true love, I let all that go...

I hope you find new love and let it grow...

I gave up on you, Love, long ago..."

Endearing words are late spoken, 

I'm just thinking out loud

about a heart that's been broken;

hope you hear them somehow...

Faded memories torn open,

pieces scattered on the ground.

Some I'll never lose.

Some will never be found.

Now the moon never glows

and the stars seldom shine,

and my love has been lost 

somewhere in the sands of time, 

But when I hear that gentle 

whisper of the whirling wind's cry,

I think about that girl and 

can't help but wonder why..

I gave up on you, Love, long ago..

When I gave up on true love, I let all that go..

I hope you find new love and let it grow..

I gave up on you, Love, long ago...

Sometimes I think about the girl

who had the darkest brown eyes.

Maybe they were darkened 

by the shadows of all her goodbyes...

Memories are like shackles 

that chain us to our past, 

fleeting moments of condolence

though it seldom ever lasts. 

She came around the other day

perhaps to paint a better picture 

of the love that we'd mistaken

for a battered faith fixture. 

She spoke out of turn and said,

"I hope that you've waited.."

But my love had grown cold 

and my memories had faded. 

I couldn't stand to say it.

Though my voice never broke,

beneath the quiver of my lips,

my heavy heart spoke:

"I gave up on you, Love, long ago..

When I gave up on true love, I let all that go..

I hope you find new love and let it grow..

I gave up on you, Love, long ago."

Endearing words are late spoken, 

I'm just thinking out loud

about a heart that's been broken;

hope you hear them somehow...

Author's Note

More like infatuation if I'm being honest

Reviews

[Onlyme]

This his heart-aching, soul-filled, deep and so meaningful personal poem, story of one's real life. That touches you to the deepest core. And leaves a massive print inside and out. Wow.

[J. A. Perkins]

Thank you, Dawn. This is a personal poem for me.

[Onlyme]

I thought it was. Hugs. Dawn. Thanks for sharing sweetheart.

[J. A. Perkins]

You're most welcome