Loneliness

Someone starts to sing a song

and it makes me think of you

Just a sad, simple, melody

both you and I once knew

 

As the words drift by my ears

a kind sadness fills my heart

The song has much more meaning

as time has kept us apart

 

I try to see your face again

to think of things unsaid

But all I can remember

is this song inside my head

 

My memory is failing now

oh so sad, but oh so true

All that's left of our sweet love

is this song that we once knew

 

Author's Note

How can any of us say we are not afraid to die?
To see another waste away is such a painful thing.Yet we still see them as we wish to remember them

Reviews

[MagiCrystal]

A memory is a life time storie and the names of the people does not meter, what meters is like you said.. The feeling that brings us a smile or a tear.
I had to stop all that I was doing tonight! and sit here and read with my heart and soul your poetry, you have ask me many times to come and read it so tonight I had some time.
You are one of the people ( poet) I know that writes about songs and feelings and real life facts, I do understand.
When we love.. we love, ! we do not think of nothing else but to give and forget about our self, In this verses you wrote I read them quite a few times, each line over and over again.
The heart has the ability along with the mind, to takes us to the very second where we left that memory and re-lived the memories. Our minds are made in such a perfection that not one detail escapes with time we have files up to date and we never make mistakes unless we want to. How perfect is our brain and heart that even when time goes by so fast but, when that musical note hits our mind. Bummmm! There it is again and our yesterday's are in our today's and they can come and visit our present in a flash. It goes by so fast and leaves us exhausted and full of love and sometimes pain.
I can't even begin to tell you how much I love to come and read your poem, it brought tears to my eyes ( Again and Again) You my friend have that gift to touch a very tender part of my soul and heart.
I can't stop looking at the image and thinking about my Mom and Dad. For some reason that was the string you touched... and you will continue to bring me to my knees every time Oh yes !!! I will come back and read this. Divine, simply divine.
If I may say.. the best poem I have read today .. Sunday and I will go and open my library to post this poem on my top shelf... I am going to save it in a very tender special place for this amazing poem you have wrote and I thank you.
Not everyone can bleed and not hurt when a poet as you displayed his words in a such a deep feeling for us to feel.
Again.. one more time. You have got me glued ! No surprise to me I knew you will do it again. Off I go to read another one of your pages..I love to do that!

[Valentine]

Tate there are many ways to lose ones love..they can be alive in your own home and he sits there but is gone... mentally..I thought it was a very old persons disease..but now I know Dementia can hit much younger..Katihe

[Marie]

I've lost so many people I don't want to go back and count. But songs, scets, sights remind me constantly. It doesn't make me afraid to die.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

To fear death is to fear the inevitable and illogical. There are many who fear living more than dying, if it were not so there would be no suicides. Suffering is worse than dying...dying is a sweet release of pain...freedom from the chains of burden and labor and worry...freedom from the the lusts, fears and wickedness that corrupt this mortal shell. But love bears and endures all things...even the misery of life. To me, death is nothing but a part of life...not an ending but a beginning of a new journey. Energy cannot be created or destroyed...only changed. That is the first law of thermodynamics in physics. It is curious that we (being creatures formed of energy) should fear an inevitable transition. As for me, I remember no fear of coming into this world (if I had known what I was getting into I might have been terrified) but I harbor no fear or hesitation in leaving it behind. I enjoyed your poem. But if there is a place where souls reunite that were bound together in life by love then I look forward to meeting again those whom I have been parted from by death.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Sometimes the watching and waiting is all we remember .. sometimes we lose all thoughts, maybe it's suppose to be that way .. .. As the road narrows, I feel a little fear .. but that will pass in time ..

I love the image you selected .. and the thoughts you wrote ..

Jazz :)

[Allen Smuckler]

....and those songs that remind us of each other
I'm sorry for your loss Tate, but happy you loved...
The pain will always remain...however, time has a way of making us remember the good times
and thankful we were fortunate to have them
Very poignant and honest write Tate..
allen

[Distant horizons]

Beautifully written Tate. And yes, we do see others as we wish to remember them. maybe its how we cope with mortality.

[Muse]

exactly....

It makes me want to share a story. I met an elderly couple in a care center...they were in their 80's I'm guessing.....and lets just say, they thought they were a couple. They both had Alzheimer's....lost their spouses. But they were in bliss, happy, memories of another they found in each other. They believed that they were married. Holding hands...hugging...they feared not what they lost...they made their own paradise. It made me smile...watching them.

[InkingPen]

A sad topic, beautifully handled in this poem. The last stanza pulls at the heartstrings. To lose one's memory, especially of their lifelong love would be a difficult thing to take, especially when there are moments of lucidity that come back. Awful process losing your mind... aging should be a more graceful process.

[Breann S.]

I have a feeling almost everyone has experienced something of the sort. It's such a powerful emotion, losing someone for any reason. You have a way with words.

[Allan Eddings]

Once again a beautiful piece. It reminds me of my great-Grandmother who unfortunately passed away after a long descent into dementia not so long ago. Near the end she could hardly remember anyone or anything but if you played a song that had a memory to her - say her wedding waltz - she would light up and you could swear she was watching it all unfold before her eyes. She did not actively remember those times it was more like a passive sensation of them. It was painful to watch but it seemed to make her happy so I would go every week and sing or play for her. This piece captures that feeling for me superbly. Congratulations.

I cannot think of a more terrifying thing than to lose your memories, to lose in essence what makes you you. For me this piece doesn't convey the terror of that feeling but then I see it more as being from the perspective of someone watching this happen rather than have it happen to them. But of course everything is a matter of opinion.

Regardless this is a beautiful poem, thank you, I am glad I chose one of your works to be my first read for the New Year.

Congratulations,
A.E.