When I was a very young man I was absolutely in love. She was a vision of loveliness and the intimate time we spent together still lives in my memory. She left me for reasons I still cannot comprehend. I wrote this poem to forgive her and wish her love in her life. She did no wrong to me, other than create an unanswered mystery forever.
Sometimes, when in pensive mood,
I hear a sound or see a scene,
and find I feel but never brood
on the things that might have been
She comes, she goes, my life in throes,
joy and sadness alternating.
And yet there is no tale of woe,
no straight line abberating.
We look toward a future time
when life can be as chosen.
The present bell just cannot chime
until all truths are spoken.
We look to see what life can hold,
the fates cannot be just.
We try to stand apart and hold,
but truth precedes all trust.
So live again, or try, my love,
as present tangles twine.
and future life may be above
the present troubled times.
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A young lady calls me from time to time. We have never met but I, as a writer, imagine what she is like.
She was torn between staying with a dominating husband or starting a new life with someone she had just met.