Monthly Archives: January 2018

The Ghost of Unrequited Love Past

Try as I might try
To give my heart the lie,
To move on and to survive,
My heart in yours has died
And ever there must lie,
Unless by love revived.

my dear, I truly fear
I’m not being quite sincere –
unrequited love
is a gift (for poets) from above.

I forget how you were gentle
when you hung upon my neck
as you strangled my self-pity
and left me a silent wreck –
what started out as witty
is waxing sentimental.

the fault, yes, every bit
is mine, I do admit:
my love is self-inflicted
yet still I can’t evict it.

forgive me for this mix
of sentimental tricks
and words but half meant;
allow me this old vent
for a mixed up head and heart
looking for where to start:

Try as I might try
To let by-gone be gone by,
Could I forget your eyes
And let by-gones be gone bys?

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