When you tell me
You need time
To get over love
You gave to be mine,
You fail to measure
One tiny thing:
This feeling, like
A golden ring,
Moulded between us,
In passion and desire,
Thoughts and promises,
All sorts of fire –
Forged despite hate,
Friends and others,
Resenting fathers,
Forgiving mothers.
Time is given
To those who need it.
To practise logic
And all that feeds it.
Time is needed
When you choose to forget.
What time need I,
If love is to be met?
It’s the third day
Since you left
Me.
The crying is now intermittent,
Between daily chores.
They interfere with the tears,
So, sadness lies hidden
Like the truth you never shared.
The ones who still love me
Become vocal.
They blame.
I cannot.
I’m in love.
It’s masochistic.
I regress into my room.
Fearful their love
Will terrify mine.
I can’t blame.
Not them. Not even you.
It’s all a matter of
Love.
Logic may appear –
Bringing a scale –
When promises and the past
Are measured.
It may.
Right now I deal
With hiding tears,
And countering
Future fears.
It’s a breathlessness
That’s engulfing
A sleeplessness
That’s terrifying.
A sense of loss that’s worse than
Bereavement –
Because I know you are alive
But I can’t get to you.
You can’t say I have
Not made you smile
With love,
Hugged you hard, when you were sad.
Even if I caused you to cry,
When I felt bereft.
I am falling in a limbo
And
I am blind
because I love you,
And
all I feel is pain
Because you aren’t here to love me back.
You say I won’t keep you happy
But a few days before
You wanted me
A few days before you missed me
So much
You felt a breathlessness
That’s terrifying.
A few days before you loved me.
Hearts Still Care 
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