YOU are

No, this is not about THE EX -- but a long time ago love

my security blanket

Do you have a secret box of memories?
gifts and poems, locked somewhere tight?
every once in a while I take them out,
to keep me warm at night.

funny, she never sent me a thank you card

for a moment
when I first open my eyes
you are there.
that crooked smile,
on your perfect face.

but she has you now.
and there's not but me
to thank for her blessings
and me to blame for my mistakes.

selfishly yours

All the words I long to say
all the things I regret to this day,
must remain with me.
to open them up is me just being selfish,
wishing and hoping, you feel them too.

you are

my biggest
should have
stayed,

my only
shouldn't have
gone.

all the words said
and the ones
I never did.

the pain of regret
is never
so sharp

as it is
when it
comes

to you.

Author's Note

Reviews

[J. K. Beach]

Hi, KL... I was reading these little beauties and realized that they almost seem to be written at different times and then... collected into a little four square box of memories! Maybe the were, but regardless each one speaks to me, especially the last lines of the ending poem...

"the pain of regret
is never
so sharp

as it is
when it
comes

to you."

This is just heart piercing and wise and well written... they punctuate your quartet just perfectly. Great work!

[Lyn Anderson]

These were written all at the same time, but, while thinking about different aspects of the same relationship. Very perceptive of you. thank you for noticing.

[Einstein Noodle]

ohh the devil is in ones hindsight for sure .. but those admissions and regrets do teach a mighty lesson for something up ahead... just around the bend! ;)
and i enjoyed listening to the song .. not much of a country fan but that was just fine :)
your poem is better however
E.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you, I am not a huge country fan either, but certain songs have a way of resonating, no matter what genre they are from. And good is good, in any case.

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear friend, you question many things in this poem. I would say thank you to old kind lovers. Love is hard. We forget the good days when overcome by the bad days. You told a complete story of love in the words. Thank you for sharing your excellent poetry and thoughts.
Coyote

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you very much, that means a lot, given the calibre of your romantic tomes.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Tom]

What famous wordsmith once said, ' Better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all ' ? And I agree !

Profoundly enchanting indeed !

[Lyn Anderson]

Nice to see you! And thank you!

[Bright Ocean Star]

I think it is human to regret a lost love. We all have regrets...(or most of us, anyway...) I loved this, KL. Your heart is showing with honesty and warmth. A beautfiul, but sad, tribute. Thank you for sharing it with us...:)

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes, thank you. Better put it out here than in the mail.:)

[Bright Ocean Star]

Yes, indeed! Good call...:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have to tell you i feel very much like this about my first girlfriend, first love...

but she is happy, and i am happy for her...she has been with the same guy since she asked me to her prom and i couldn't go...she went with him and they are still married now...
so some regrets yes!

but life has been interesting since...and i wouldn't really change it, even if i could.

[Lyn Anderson]

Ah yes, it is something we can't change, and wouldn't. Because, of course, there is so much of my life that I wouldn't have if it were not for that very mistake.

[Lydia Shutter]

Filled with might have beens and regrets....and so damned honest. It's easy to beat yourself up for the past...and to remember only the good points of the one who got away. It is, however, a futile pursuit. We can not rewind life....if only we could. Excellent expression of emotion here, KL. Lydi**

[Lyn Anderson]

Very true. I think the hardest thing is to not be selfish, and just leave it alone, for his sake. Thank you.

[Neville]

Here we have yet another delightful micro anthology of words that are so very skillfully slung across and down the page, it makes me want to dump the pen and notebook I have been discreetly carrying halfway across Europe, Africa and Asia this last few months.

KLG's style and versatility whilst not quite unique in the great scheme of things, is a sufficiently rare gift that one might be forgiven for breaking several moral codes and trying to consign her to a particular paradigm or literary school...............

[Lyn Anderson]

I am rendered speechless by your gracious assessment of my work. This one is, in fact, a teardrop in literary form.

[Neville]

So I was wrong then?

[Lyn Anderson]

Wrong about what? Man, that one flew by me. Maybe I need more coffee.

[Neville]

Hold the coffee. I'm not sure, not even sure the above comment was meant for you at all KLG am happy to remove it though until my memory returns if it would help... Yes a tear drop in literary form is very apt.

[Lyn Anderson]

I love you too. Thanks for the smile.:) Soduku supposedly works wonders I hear. That and some almonds and avocados, you should be good as new.:)

[Neville]

I will try anything once........

[NoelHC]

Excellent song choice KL, that one has special meaning for me.
The "selfishly yours" stanza speaks to me, been there, done that, bought the tear stained tee shirt.
Another excellent journey.

[Lyn Anderson]

I think if you don't have one of these, you were either lucky or smart enough to stay with that one, or you haven't had that kind of love at all.:) Thank you for stopping in.