Love Is a Gift from the Great Aunt Who Calls You by Your Mother's Name

Love Is a Gift from the Great Aunt Who Calls You by Your Mother's Name

A Poem by E. A. Lide

Do you remember that one time

when you thought you loved a person

more than anything in the world?

But once you had them

you realised

that you didn't want them any more,

and that you never truly loved them at all,

you only ever loved the idea of them.

Like a toy a child wants for months,

gets for Christmas,

then plays with once.

© 2014 E. A. Lide


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Added on June 14, 2014
Last Updated on June 14, 2014
Tags: poem, love, christmas, metaphor, sad, lost

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E. A. Lide
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