I am gone

I am gone

A Poem by Herman Martin
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When love ends, life ends

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I saw her for the first time
and I saw a perfect woman
I was shy but I spoke
She listened and we talked more
I saw her again and again
I helped her when she needed it
I listened to her stories
I offered a shoulder when she cried
I stayed by her side
when she was ill
and held her hand when she was in pain
Each day my love for her grew
I wanted to tell her
but I was afraid
She came to me when she had news
She had found the man for her
He was tough and rough
He lived in the mountains
She was to go to live with him
She asked why I was angry
She could not see what I was
She could not see the love I had for her
Once she called me a wimp
because I believed in peace not war
She said I would never fight
She said I was a coward
I told her I believed in romance
I told her I would always love her
I told her my love would never end
All those things I did for her
All those times I cared
And she never wanted me
She only used me
Well, Go on
Go to your perfect man
Go where it never gets warm
Go away from me
But when his hands give you scars
when his voice grates your ears
When he no longer needs you
Then come and search for me
But I will not be here
I have taken my broken heart
And have taken solace
in the darkness of the grave

© 2017 Herman Martin


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Herman Martin
Herman Martin

Cedar Falls, IA



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a young 60 male who grew up in the 60s and is willing to write about that era if I could just remember what happened. I write what I think, what I see, and what I feel. If you don't like what I write .. more..

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