Ours

such a longing 
  for so, so long,
so, so deep. 
so many, so many, yet
  so nothing.

they've gone now
  behind that marital veil,
never to be again, but 
  I was there.
my love was there, 
my all was there,
they knew of 
  that love.

the love, my love, 
the depth, the sincerity 
  of my heart.

the way I felt, 
to be around them, 
the things of my
  attraction;
their face,
their hair, 
their smile,
eyes adoring 
  from afar.

the play of my heart,
thoughts, always 
  thoughts.

those times
  known by them,
inside, silent, 
two stories, 
always two stories.

she was there;
I held her hand,
we talked, 
we laughed, 
we shared of
  ourselves,
we shared 
  goofy things, 
things only 
  we would know, 
remember.

nothing will ever 
  be shared,
it's just ours.

in the silence 
  I realise it's 
  all mine, 
nothing lost,
the things I
  remember, 
there mine,
somehow ours.

frozen in time ....

that was our time, 
things between us,
shared, just us. 

those pieces, 
those feelings, 
those sights, 
those meanings,
all are in me.

they were there, 
do they remember?
easily forgotten.

moments 
  not to be shared again, 
no-one but us,
it was ours
  in the moment, 
to me, those moments
  were 'ours.'

do they know, understand?
and yet
  they'll never know 

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pages, individual writings,
never more beautiful than 
  at that moment, time. 

somewhere in my silence 
  memories not lost,
they are 'ours'
washing over angers,
rolling, breaking 

............
     ............
          ............

those times remain 
  in me, part of me, 
forever my memory

Reviews

[Relic]

This is heartbreaking to read, Richard. The length of the poem shows you really cared and want to show it to anyone who will hear.

This is emotionally sad but worth the read. Your sentiments can be felt with every line.