Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Love-torn...





I let go softly
But ever within
Harbor the echoes
Of ‘never-again’

Sweet happy-sadness
Ah this, I am told
Is the fond flip-side
Of love’s have-and-hold

Thought is a lover
That walks tenderly
Back to the places
Of what used to be

Still, from Time’s spigot
Spills hope ever-new
Filling our fingers
With fresh things to do

Thus, I am torn
At midnight’s dark door
Twixt what is waiting
And Time’s never-more

© Janet Martin

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