What The Heart Can't Delete

Old ghosts come and remind me of a love once upon a time...we never were though...its just all in my mind...its what to be expected on the eve of Halloween tonight...

The mind replays what the heart cant delete

Today i had a vision of an old friend and me

He has been a theme for a lot of my poetry

We started out as friends

We fell for each other

We became lovers

Yet he remains tied to another

He says he isn't happy except with me

When he fixes his cars

I dont know his heart

Yet I still think of him even in the months we were apart

I blocked him went out with another guy

Yet the yearning for him refuses to completely hide

I miss sitting by his side

I miss lying in his arms

I miss those butterflies keeping me alive with their warmth

Despite the ugly all around

Nothing compares to the look of love that surrounds

I know we aren't meant to be

Yet the visions resurface within me

I am not happy with my current lover

I try to look for another

I always crave him

Is it just sexual?

Is it just lust?

It is because life is so mundane I have been confused by the gray

Or maybe the mind just replays

What the heart cant delete

I hope he feels the same

i wish he could just love me

Yet its not meant to be

i must let go

Walk with the remaining hope

I text him to say hi

He responded with texts and called me three times

It doesnt mean anything

Just the exchange of love and light by old lovers who still feel that delight....

He says we always had passion and pleasure we never did fight

He says its getting late now and I agree so we both say good night

Its a simple treat on hallow's eve

to be reunited with what the heart cant delete

Reviews

[Curtis.Lenker]

This poem is so powerful and leaves me thinking of all my exes. Especially the ones that really meant something to me. I can relate so much. This is an amazing work and thank you for sharing.

[Chris Shaw]

Some people will always stay in our hearts. Even if things don:t work out, they have a place there. Maybe there is a yearning for the past in this poem because the present isn't looking so good. I felt some inner conflict here.

Chris