Number 8 Remembered

An old love poem, nothing more & certainly nothing less

Number 8 Remembered

Dear number ten

From number eight

I used to want you madly

Almost daily do you hear me?

 

Even though you hurt me

With those questions

And you’re searching

I never really found you cruel

 

Not wanting me is up to you

You were older somewhat wiser

And anyway indefinitely

A star that will not die

Author's Note

I found out from a stranger who was named after a race track 22 years ago this month that P had died of cancer a week or two before...

Reviews

[emmajoy]

A gentle finale everyone deserves but could never receive by someone other than a poet. Beautiful.

[Neville]

Thank you so very, very much and true... Neville

[Ken Simm.]

Difficult sometimes to come to topics such as this in a perhaps fresh and compassionate way. Here you have succeeded and done it well. Crisp and not at all maudlin this sets a very high benchmark. And of course an excellent tribute.

[Neville]

You are, as always, so very kind Ken... cheers.. Neville

[Onlyme]

So sorry to hear about your friend "P" passing. What a lovely tribute to your dear friend Neville. I am sure he would have smiled. And is doing so right now. Down at you, at this very moment in time.

[Neville]

I do believe she is looking out for me and often feel her presence, particularly when there is danger near... thank you Dee.... Neville

[Onlyme]

And being honest, I really do believe she is also. Loved ones, Never leave our side. Even in heaven. They are watching.

[Neville]

a comforting thought indeed... thank you again... Neville

[Onlyme]

Gives Neville a hug.

[Neville]

and it is appreciated...

[barleygirl]

Eight has always been my favorite/lucky number *sigh!* This is an interesting way to camouflage your characters. I’m reading this as code names *wink! wink!* Thanks for sharing (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

What an interesting take on the numbers ten and eight....nine out of eleven for trying and twelve for just being you... cheers Margie.... Neville

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The things or people we want in our lives are sometimes lost to us for one reason or another and learning to live without someone can often be as troubling as learning to live with them. Humanity seems tinged with insanity and our ability to prevail is often hinged upon our ability to communicate within the parameters of those eccentricities. But as the old circus adage goes, "The show must go on." I hope we can all find the strength to carry on remembering the good times and forgiving the madness within others as well as within ourselves. I enjoyed the read.

[Neville]

Thank you so very much for your very detailed and well reasoned thoughts and consideration of these words.. your visit is much appreciated.... Neville

[Chris Shaw]

A past love remembered with fondness still. When things don't work out, that doesn't mean you have to obliterate from memory all the good times. They remain and they are pleasant to reflect on from time to time. Sadly partings happen, we come to a crossroads and take different pathways. Good morning Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

Absolutely on all counts, many thanks Chris and Good Morning to You too... Neville

[Chris Shaw]

It's a scorcher again. Lets hope the brightness of the sun helps to ease those things which have upset us this week.

[Neville]

That would be nice.....

[Kellyrose]

A wonderful poem on lost love. I love your ending...a star that will not die...

[Neville]

Bless you Ketoma, your comments are very welcome and genuinely much appreciated... I shall reciprocate in due course. Until then, All Good Things, N

[Lyn Anderson]

Despite the fact that I do not understand your note, I like this poem. It expresses a love lost, but acceptance of that loss.

[Neville]

P was probably my first true love, we lived together for 3 years until I was a naughty boy and had to leave... A girl I never met before collared me in a pub and told me about P dying... I will send you a bit more info sometime Kat Woman, N